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The True Me


Fresh Out of Bed

with no care in the world

who sees the person I see

when I look into the mirror

that girl who isn't perfect

but then again who is

because behind those masks of beauty

something lies deeper

something that defines a person

makes them one and million

not a follower of that one

It makes a person who they are

not what they look like

so when I look into a mirror

without the mask on

I see a girl staring back at me

with a bright smile on

she knows she isn't peferct

and doesn't want to be

becuase when I look into the mirror

all I see is me.

 

 

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