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Mar 2014
She hates the girl standing inches away,
She wants to **** her in any way,
She holds the pill to her lip,
And holds the bleach ready to take a sip,
She holds the blade across the girl's skin,
Hoping it'll make her feel beautiful and thin,
But she couldn't do it anyway,
Because there was only a mirror standing a few inches away.
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