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Why don't I recognize this face I see, looking right back at me?
Seeing this reflection, staring at the mirror, who is this person?
Pain—changed her;
Sin has imprisoned her soul,
no longer does she lean on to her old principles!
Filthy— She became;
The world has corrupted her, it swallowed her whole, deeper to her core.
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200 Days Of POETRY
Poetry200 Days, 200 different Poems. #33 in Poetry Category July 21, 2017 Back at #33 in Poetry Category On March 27, 2018 "All Glory Belongs to God"
