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Mirror Image (Part 1)

I glance up,
She stares into my eyes,
Tears spill over,
I watch as she cries.
 
With tears running down,
She looks back at me,
I can’t read her eyes,
When there’s nothing to see.
 
She looks down,
Blood runs down her leg,
What is she doing?
For her to stop, I beg.
 
She runs her hand,
Across her stained face,
To wipe away tears,
No smile can erase.
 
No one has helped her,
No one she’s told,
Has offered their help,
No hand to hold.
 
When did it come to this?
Her thoughts begin to fade,
As she looks down from the mirror,
And reaches for her blade.

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