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May 23, 2007
That girl in the mirror is not me.

She is crying and I never cry.

Why would I cry? My life is perfect.

That girl in the mirror is me.

She is the me inside, all of my broken parts.

She cries for my dead family, my dead friends. She cries for the fear, the emotional battery I live through. She cries because she knows the truth.

She cries because I can not. She cries because I will not.

Why would I cry? My life is perfect.

That girl in the mirror is not me. But she cries for me.