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How did I wake up this time?
Some days, she's more of a stranger.
Staring sadly through the dimensions of a mirror.
Speaking softly in a room of chaos,
Shrinking slightly, thoughts unclear.
Or, she can be someone familiar.
A lively face I've learned to love.
Looking brightly towards her future.
Living loudly, her soul is sheer.
Even the in-between is okay.
To wear I face I don't quite know,
But I can slowly understand her,
I can loudly show her love.
Until one day,
She looks towards a mirror,
And the image she sees doesn't confuse her at all.
It is her that she sees.
It is her, she becomes me.
© bluebliss
Some days, she's more of a stranger.
Staring sadly through the dimensions of a mirror.
Speaking softly in a room of chaos,
Shrinking slightly, thoughts unclear.
Or, she can be someone familiar.
A lively face I've learned to love.
Looking brightly towards her future.
Living loudly, her soul is sheer.
Even the in-between is okay.
To wear I face I don't quite know,
But I can slowly understand her,
I can loudly show her love.
Until one day,
She looks towards a mirror,
And the image she sees doesn't confuse her at all.
It is her that she sees.
It is her, she becomes me.
© bluebliss
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