There's a girl in my mirror
and her eyes are sharp
and her jaw is set -
well, she looks so damn
ready to take on the world.
She gives me the chills.

You can see her soul -
trails and errors and
every heart she's broken
like a cloud of dust
trailing for miles behind her.
She's grinnin', she's winnin' -

She's lookin' for a miracle.
But she's just me -
fighting to find and keep
myself amongst all the
sheets of paper and
shards of chances

beneath my bare feet.

The End

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