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I looked into the mirror and I didn’t see me, Just someone standing where I’m supposed to be.
My eyes look dull, like they’ve forgotten light, It seems I’ve been losing pieces every night.
My hair hangs looser, overgrown, A quiet kind of neglect I’ve made my own.
I turn sideways, trying hard to see, Am I still myself—or is that girl lost to memory?
Too thin? Too fat? I can’t tell what’s true, The mirror distorts the body that I knew.
My clothes don’t sit the way they did before, My reflection is unfamiliar, more and more.
I search my face for something I still know, But every glance tells me I lost myself long ago.
The spark I had, the warmth behind my eyes, Is gone, buried somewhere I can’t find.
I try to smile, just to see if it’s still there, But it seems to be something I can no longer wear.
“I’m still me,” I say, though the words are lies. It seems the girl I once knew has died.