Every Day... Every Second... I dread looking in that mirror ...
I hear the rain It speaks to me, of a story of my past life. ...
Just Being Every Day... Every Second... I dread looking in that mirror Fear of my reflection running away. What is Beauty, and Where did mine go?
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