my reflectionI stare at the girl in the mirror She’s crying inside, and seems just a shadow An everlasting rain drenches her spirit Imprisoned in her mind and trembling She draws her sword to protect her troubled past She cannot trustmy reflection
She puts forth a front Attempting to be strong but struck down by hatred Figures come and go, but she is beyond rest Her heart turned to stone from countless tears shed No more does she weep She has torn She has scarred The tears once shed no longer exist In the eyes of darkness An angel is lost Yet there is hope She has a
freedom
Lost
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History class does indeed suck.
*runs away*
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SPACE.
the final frontier.
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'tis Ellen.
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