"I look at her
I see a girl
I see a story of a girl
I see her smile shines brightly
yet her eyes scream darkness
I see her lips moving
but nothing is coming out
I look at her again
I see my reflection
I see me"
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.This place allows me to share with many of you, the thoughts that lurk behind this seventeen-year-old mind. Don't allow age to
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