She stares at herself in the mirror,
Unaware of what is truely inside.
Her vision has never been clearer.
She finally feels satisfied.
As the black make-up slips down the drain,
A new face reflects from the glass.
No more sadness, sorrow, or pain
Right now the past is the past.
Because the days will always come and go,
And you will always be you.
The way you live your life will show,
So live them colorful, not blue.
She stares at herself in the shining stone
And realized her beauty had already shone
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