I am not that girl who cries in the pouring rain,or the girl who feels hurt and shame.
I am not that girl who falls to her knees screaming out in agony,or the girl to blinded by pain to see.
I am not that girl who believed all those lies,or the girl with the melancholy eyes.
I am not that girl anymore,the one laying her head down and crying on the floor.
So who am I now,this I don't know I am just a girl waiting for her reflection to show.
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