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Jan 2014
Her soul was like a mirror
with no reflection
the purpose of existing
was lost in the shadows
of her soul

Her eyes were like a rainstorm
drops would continue to fall
sometimes she would be like rain
a deluge of liquid pain
(overwhelming every part of her)

I wish I could give her a mirror
and eyes that make her see,
that even though she's hurting now
there's so much more she can be

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l.p*)
"I remember it hurt looking at her hurt" quote from one of the most amazing movies I'ver ever seen called Stuck In Love.
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