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I am looking in the mirror but there is something different about the image staring back at me. One evening as i am looking in the mirror preparing myself for a night out with my friends,i saw a sad image staring back at me. The young girl is 20 years or older she has beautiful brown eyes,her innocence was beyond repair. It seems she was heartbroken,covered in tears,heart in tatters. She is lonely and bitter,covered in scars some she does not even recognize anymore,the only thing she seems to make head or tail of is her pain and shame. i stood there looking at this image or reflection and realized that i was staring at nothing but the truth. It was ME no matter how many times i stare into the mirror every day putting on that much make up it does not hide the real truth when all doors are locked. The girl in the mirror has lost sight of happiness,her self worth and the world to her is just a white paper that ink does not appear in no matter how many times you try to apply it.