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Mar 2018
Mirror, mirror,
Can't you see?
What I see is killing me.
Fat under my chin,
saggy loose skin,
Insecurities take over me,
knocking me to my knees.
Mirror, mirror,
Can't you tell?
What I see hurts like hell,
Hardly any hair,
nothing i should share.
Mirror, mirror,
Can't you see?
What I see is killing me.
- Ashton Ard
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Ashton Ard  15/FTM/Defuniak springs
(15/FTM/Defuniak springs)   
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