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Jul 2020
I look at the mirror but I am unsure of what I see
Of course on the outside she is me

But I look at her eyes
With that a little piece of me seems to die

We are not the same 

I keep my pain tucked inside
But yet it does not hide

I am who I am because of what went on
I am who I am because of how I strived on

She is the past I wish I could forget
The one who is filled with regret 

The one who questions her worth 
Instead of knowing what she deserves 

She is me and I am her
Yet there is quite a few lines that we blur
Written by
Olivia Bennett  17/F/Pennsylvania
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