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One day I looked in the mirror and had no idea who the girl who stared back was.


Submitted:Mar 9, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 7    Likes: 3   


The girl inside the mirror is not me, not the girl she appears to be.

A forever scowled face, pursed lips and ghostly eyes,

surely plotting your great demise.

She smirks devilishly, daring you to tempt her.

Her dark eyes shrink to thin slits, I hate her.

adrenaline flows through my veins like liquid metal.

I grab a chair and repeatedly smash her evil face.

My mirror, now decorated with cracked webs that illustrate my lingering hate.





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