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tick,
the clock chimes nine o clock
the mirror shows something
I'm not familiar with,
it shows a girl drained,
skin pale, brown eyes a muted shade
This girl though, I do remember her from years ago
Is from the very vast edges of my memory
In the picture I see she sits alone
afraid to talk to anyone that would see her whole
instead she kept quiet , never uttering a word.
The real girl who exsists now
is sparkly eyed with gorgeous browns
skin heathier then before
she dreams now ,but not like before
the nightmares have stayed behind closed doors
My memories stay in my head
and for today it seems okay to say goodbye to her
the girl from before
The clock chimes again
I close my eyes
No need to defend
Maybe they see me now
for who I am
Maybe I've grown in a figuritive sense
I don't care anymore
about the whispers lingering at the door
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