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Feb 2014
As I gaze into the mirror, mother, I do not see,
I am blind, mother, so very blind,
Blinded by hate, bitter and hot in the back of my throat,
Hate towards the one that looks into the mirror,
The mirror in front of me,
Please mother, help me see.
Sarah
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