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In The Mirror

It’s written on her face, the story of her life

You could see all 25 years just by looking in her eyes

But no so much, with a simple conversation

She’d talk to you for hours with no real intention

Of closeness…bonding, just isn’t her thing

A response to trauma, so she doesn’t get close to any being

Except herself, to protect her essence and energy

Because if anyone’s going to make her a wreck

She’d rather be her own enemy…

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