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Sep 2016
No matter how long I stare theΒ Β 
Β Β 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.
Bre marie
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Bre marie  21/F/Canada
(21/F/Canada)   
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