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Termination


I look in the mirror and what do I see                                                                       A pair of hazel eyes staring back at me                                                                     So worn and tired and wet with tears                                                                         But the same I have had for 17 years                                                                         I watch the mirror only to see                                                                                     My hand resting on my stomach so placidly                                                              Gripping my shirt to pull it up out of the way                                                            to reveal what i've been hiding from them for several days                                     I give in to the mirrors reflection                                                                           and rub the spot for further inspection                                                               and what do I feel beneath the skins surface,                                                           but the product of giving in to senseless urges                                                        and I turn to the side to see if it's grown                                                                   and shake my head, wishing that I had known                                                         And I watch as my hot tears shed the disguise                                                         of an innocent face and caring eyes                                                                           I stare in the mirror and what do I see                                                                       A confused girl responsible for a new life to be                                                       without as much care as she had intended                                                               bearing the willingness, and the strength to end it.

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