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poems paper can't handle
left, right, left, right.
the mirror presents a girl you only know from the outside.
she stares back at you, familiarity fighting the seconds.
who is she? who are you?
her eyebrows furrowed, reflecting your frustration.
that is you.
lub, dub, lub, dub.
your heavy heart weeps through the night,
killing your sleep.
secrets you hide tear apart
the self you know, once again.
your smiles in vain.
up, down, up, down.
you draw a line with your two feet repeatedly.
the line to cancel your insanity.
what have you become?
you who hate yourself so strongly,
from the inside.
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