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[aid] => mick
[title] => There's more to her..Believe me
[time] => 2011-03-18 20:44:09
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[bodytext] => yesterday she looked at the mirror & this is what she saw -- she saw a beautiful girl with such sadness within her she saw a girl that smiles just to hide the pain she saw a girl that pretends to be fine when she's really not she sees nothing but ugliness she sees a girl that is naive and vulnerable she saw a girl that loved a horrific monster that never knew how to love she saw a girl who shuts her eyes from the world just for her to keep thinking what she has now is real, when really, its all a joke she sees a girl who gives and gives but never wants to take she sees a loving girl somewhere deep inside but slowly, that girl is saying goodbye she sees a girl that acts as if nothing can hurt her, when really the smallest things will destroy her she makes believe that she's perfect even if she knows that she will never be she saw a girl that loves herself, but when she looked closely, there is nothing but hate she sees a girl standing right infront of her, her own reflection, but she doesn't know who she is she places her hand on the mirror she touches her cheeks and tells herself to not cry anymore she begs herself to love who she really is she plans on changing herself but maybe its too late she knows the only person that's stopping her...is herself she's angry now and she punches through the glass she's crying and bleeding everywhere she's looking at a million faces on the broken glass with each one reflecting the same face a face she cannot stand a face she wished she never saw she takes the mirror into her hands and puts her wrists right under she's thinking if she ends this right here, right now, tomorrow, she won't have to see this girl again she cries and cries she's saying her goodbyes but as she began to cut herself she felt as if she wasn't even there she felt as if she was in another world she breathes she closes her eyes she tells herself she's sorry and falls right on top of the broken glass there's nothing now not even a nightmare or a beautiful dream nothing there is nothing when she opened her eyes again she cries she's crying because it's another sad day but when she gets up to look in the mirror she didn't see a reflection she's dead she always has been [comments] => 0 [counter] => 122 [topic] => 61 [informant] => xbabycyutie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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