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Reflections
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My face is getting lines My body wearing thin
The outside is my armor To protect all that is within.
Sometimes I am laughing
While inside I am dieing Outside there�s a smile Covering the inside crying.
My soul reaches out For the girl buried deep inside Robbed of her innocence
The pain made her hide.
My heart cries loudly For the sons that are gone
There is a lot of pain Even after this long
When I die, I hope they say
This life I survived it all Even when I was run down I refused to let myself fall.
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�1999 by Elizabeth La Monda |