I saw her once
there in a reflection
the one that used to be me
I barely recognized her
with eyes full of life
and a smile that grazed
her cheeks
when did I stop
loving her
the one that used to be me
a mirage in the mirror
reaching out
with soft fingertips
that once belonged to me
and just like that she
disappears
a tangible memory
of what I used to be
before I stopped loving myself
and my smile faded
and I forgot to set myself free
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