I saw my reflection in the glass pane of my friend's window,
and I saw a tired eyed girl trying to be happy.
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the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
3/19/16
I saw my reflection in the glass pane of my friend's window,
and I saw a tired eyed girl trying to be happy.
