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The mirror is my enemy The razor blade is my friend My room is my hiding spot My mind is my happiness My figure is not all that great like hers But, you have never made it great anyway My eyes are not small and brown like hers But, you have never made it great anyway I really need your attention but she gets it all I guess am not light skin like her I guess am not pretty like her I guess am not slim and slender like her My reflection is my enemy The cuts on my skin is my friend My bed is my closure My thinking is my fairy tale My beauty is no more. But, you have never made it great anyway My shape is not to your liking I could tell how you compliment others But, you have never made it great anyway I really need your attention but she gets it all I guess am not light skin like her I guess am not pretty like her I guess am not slim and slender like her Me is my own enemy The scars on my skin is what remind me of who I am My sheet is my comfort. My emotions are my god. THE END
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
Insecurity
The mirror is my enemy The razor blade is my friend My room is my hiding spot My mind is my happiness My figure is not all that great like hers But, you have never made it great anyway My eyes are not small and brown like hers But, you have never made it great anyway I really need your attention but she gets it all I guess am not light skin like her I guess am not pretty like her I guess am not slim and slender like her My reflection is my enemy The cuts on my skin is my friend My bed is my closure My thinking is my fairy tale My beauty is no more. But, you have never made it great anyway My shape is not to your liking I could tell how you compliment others But, you have never made it great anyway I really need your attention but she gets it all I guess am not light skin like her I guess am not pretty like her I guess am not slim and slender like her Me is my own enemy The scars on my skin is what remind me of who I am My sheet is my comfort. My emotions are my god. THE END
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
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