I look into a mirror That beyond it I see Someone looking back That I've always called me. They may not be pretty Or not always shine. But underneath can be A real different find. The ocean waves They have called their eyes, Are the very things That have taken the lies. Yet pain and suffering Is how they feel But they look for an answer That can hopefully heal. They see their future And their past Straight through The reflective glass.

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