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Mirrors
I lose myself in the reflection of my mirror,
and find myself picking apart my body;
There's nothing I like about myself,
and my reflection is a reminder;
I tear apart everything,
and watch myself bleed;
Staring until I see a difference,
but the face I've come to know is hidden beneath some awful disguise
and find myself picking apart my body;
There's nothing I like about myself,
and my reflection is a reminder;
I tear apart everything,
and watch myself bleed;
Staring until I see a difference,
but the face I've come to know is hidden beneath some awful disguise
Published 14th Mar 2010
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