Through the Looking Glass

my past.

Through the looking glass, i look back and see my past.

I see the smiles and the pain, the sunshine and the rain.

I see a broken heart, a little girl that was torn apart.

I see loving arms, Daddy making it all better with his magic charm.

I see two worlds seperated by jail doors.

I see a little child, hiding away, just trying to get by.

I see good and bad, all those times we used to have.

I lok back and see my past, through the looking glass.

The End

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