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Sep 2016
No matter how long I stare the  
  mirror seems craked.
But when I walk away
The cracks seem to stay...
On my body they lay.
Spreading scars each and every day.
My mirror is not broken,
but my body's surely cut.
Bree marie
Written by
Bree marie  22/F/Canada
(22/F/Canada)   
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