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There's a girl in my mirror, I wonder who she is.
Sometimes I think I know her, sometimes I really wish I did.
I can tell from her eyes that something is wrong. I wish there were something I could do.
She never says a word, but it's not needed. Her eyes tells me everything and I can tell her world is falling apart.
I just wish there were something I could do, but the girl in my mirror is me.

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