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I stare at the woman in the mirror.
I don't recognize her anymore.

She's changed;
she used to smile so easily.

Now there's pain in her eyes
that can't be erased.

People took more than they gave;
men lied because they couldn't love.

She is so beautiful,
but she's broken.

She's often lonely
and hard on herself.

I wish I could go back to the beginning
and rewrite her story.

Maybe things would be different;
maybe she would be content in her skin.

Because that girl staring back
is a shell of my former self.