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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: 19 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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