Staring at her reflection,
One eyes bear bright brown, The others a pained blue.
One with soft curls, The other with distressed hair.
One with milky sheer skin, The other with gruesome scars.
One with a hand entwined with hers, The other with shaking pills.
One destiny, one chance
To prove who she really was.
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