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At times
I look into the mirror
and dislike what I see.
It seems as if I live
in the wrong era
the wrong time for me.
My inner picture,
my mind’s eye view
is not this girl in the mirror,
but something much more true.
I watch her with sadness
eyes filled with bitter tears,
while this image of me
cries along
And dreams of you.

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