A story of a lost girl,
She looks into the mirror,
Her hair full of curl,
And sees everything she may fear.
She trembles before her hand,
Holding her tool of sin,
As the hourglass drops the sand,
The shine pierces her skin.
One looks to her eyes,
As a waterfall is created,
Her escape from her demise,
Seems to only be found when she is inebriated.
But she is misunderstood,
Her past is all but a scar,
Yet she lives a life of good,
Situated from a far.
She feels she has no one left,
Who actually would care,
Yet her faith she kept,
Hope she had found there.
She looks in the mirror one last time,
And sees she has much reason to her life,
She sees her friends standing behind in her mind,
Finally seeing that she needs not the knife.
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