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SELFHARM
She looks Into A Mirror And
Doesn't Like What She Sees
This Couldn't Be her
Could It Possibly
Be?
She Pulled At her Stomach,
Her Thighs And her Cheeks.
Her Mind So Strong But Her heart's
Getting Weak.
Each Time She Tuas The Skin on Her
Body, She Whines And Cries
'why wasn't I so LUCKY'?
With Cuts And Reasons Scarred All
Up Her Arms,
She Can't Go On
There's Nothing Left To Harm
One More Look At The Life She Has,
And Suddenly, She Knew, Death
Wouldn't Be So bad
Doesn't Like What She Sees
This Couldn't Be her
Could It Possibly
Be?
She Pulled At her Stomach,
Her Thighs And her Cheeks.
Her Mind So Strong But Her heart's
Getting Weak.
Each Time She Tuas The Skin on Her
Body, She Whines And Cries
'why wasn't I so LUCKY'?
With Cuts And Reasons Scarred All
Up Her Arms,
She Can't Go On
There's Nothing Left To Harm
One More Look At The Life She Has,
And Suddenly, She Knew, Death
Wouldn't Be So bad
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