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Those eyes I see

From the girl in the mirror

Whenever she looks at me

Each day passes

They seem to get dimmer

Blank like fresh canvases

Whatever the world throws at her

Silently, she endures

Life is nothing but a blur

Pressure builds up

Pain ensues

But she always gets up

Until she falls

She's trapped within the walls

Of her own suffering

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