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Mar 2020
Mirror, mirror, oh broken glass
will you cut me,
like everyone I pass.

Will you be sorry too,
when I take a piece and bleed.

Will you save me from this world
One cut is all I need.
Don't try this at home, kids.
sorry
Written by
Maja  15/F
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