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Look at me...
I will never pass for a perfect childe.
Can it be...
I am not meant to play this part?
Now I see...
That if I were truly to be myself,
I would break my family's heart.
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know.
Somehow I cannot hide who I am,
though I've tried.
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
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