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Jul 2013
The girl you see in the mirror,
the tears rolling down her check
Isn't me.

The girl you see in fornt of the mike,
to afraid to speak her mind
Isn't me.

The girl you see in front of this camera,
refusing to crack a smile
Isn't me and you should know better.
Ruth
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Ruth  America
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