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She is The Mirror
She is the mirror outside of me.
A haunting image reflecting back
Pulling from my deepest fears
Triggering the wounds of the past.
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How can I forget, how can I move on
When I can't see what is within.
How can I break the cycle
if I'm not willing to be seen.
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Opening the doors, heart full of fear
Sometimes a gut feeling warns me
Others I find a home
But always I see myself.​
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At the beginning I don't want to see it
Only others and me, separation.
Something to blame and project.
A way to escape.
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But she is the mirror outside of me
A vision of humanness, of being
Of that which I couldn't accept
In the haunting image reflecting back.
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