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Jun 2015
If you don’t love yourself then who will?
My confidence, you were out to ****.
Mirror mirror on the wall who’s the weakest of them all?
That ugly, horrid, wicked girl tangled up in truths and lies.
Her reflection twisting with her mind.
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Written by
emma jane  19/F/new england
(19/F/new england)   
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