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The girl in the mirror She stare at me with saddest eyes anyone has ever seen She has so many cracks to be filled Her heart is hanging by a thread So broken and bruised The girl in the mirror Is disgusted by what she sees The flabs , the bulky stomach She wants to look like the magazine She wants to have the face of beauty that is to real to be She desire to have girls envy She desire guys to thirst for her love The girl in the mirror Wants to be free She want to let her wings fly and never stop She wants to run and never turn back The girl in the mirror She has cuts that run too deep She has deadly thoughts that is too viscous to see She became something she tried not to be She is fighting a battle that will dictate her life The girl in the mirror Is dead She pulled the trigger waiting for the bullet to impact She slits her wrist ready for the blood to overflow She hangs herself waiting for the air to be choked out of her She waits till she gets the signal to press play Pow! The girl in the mirror Is dead no longer to be seen For i no longer see her only the wall behind me She pressed play Now she don’t exist Now there's just an empty mirror That stares back at me.
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
The girl in the mirror
The girl in the mirror She stare at me with saddest eyes anyone has ever seen She has so many cracks to be filled Her heart is hanging by a thread So broken and bruised The girl in the mirror Is disgusted by what she sees The flabs , the bulky stomach She wants to look like the magazine She wants to have the face of beauty that is to real to be She desire to have girls envy She desire guys to thirst for her love The girl in the mirror Wants to be free She want to let her wings fly and never stop She wants to run and never turn back The girl in the mirror She has cuts that run too deep She has deadly thoughts that is too viscous to see She became something she tried not to be She is fighting a battle that will dictate her life The girl in the mirror Is dead She pulled the trigger waiting for the bullet to impact She slits her wrist ready for the blood to overflow She hangs herself waiting for the air to be choked out of her She waits till she gets the signal to press play Pow! The girl in the mirror Is dead no longer to be seen For i no longer see her only the wall behind me She pressed play Now she don’t exist Now there's just an empty mirror That stares back at me.
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fayehope_firefirece
16/F/newyork
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
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