The young girl looked into me and liked what she saw.
She made funny faces and talked to her reflection.
She danced around the room with a brush as a microphone.
But this new girl looks at her image and tries to change it.
She fluffs her hair and paints her face and still frowns.
She never smiles. Never dances. Never sings.
I miss that little girl.
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