Her Her glassy eyes, The way she looks at me, She's hollow, No emotion, Her eyes are darkened with fear, Face is but a statue, Never smiling, Or frowning, Just pressed into a line, Never moving, She keeps to herself, But has a sour personality, Then realizing, She, The girl with the glassy eyes, Is me.
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