Mirror
I look in the mirror
and I see
a girl with wild brown hair
an air of wear and tear
a face made to smile
her heart set on a goal
one she will reach
no matter what the toll
I see lips never to be stained
eyes never to be used in vain
I don't see a remarkable girl
I see a girl, nothing more
but I don't know yet
what God made me for
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