Reflection

Every morning, I recognise a girl.
She was my age with ocean, blue eyes and long, brown curls.
Some days she wears the biggest smile that makes life seem so beautiful.
Well, that is what she wanted viewable.
Most days, her eyes filled which creates waterfalls against her soft cheeks.
But she would wipe them quickly, to not seem weak.
I do not know this girl, yet I see her every day.
She is my reflection.
That is how I see myself portrayed.

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