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Dear you I see in the mirror every morning Your proportions are all wrong Where did you go they ask Where are you in that mirror I cannot recognize the person standing there So bare and bruised with words that have abused They're eating you alive But eating is your crime Don't gain a pound Don't make a sound Skinny girl you're nowhere to found

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 9/11/2015 10:49:00 PM
we must first be happy with self....otherwise we are just living death....because bad choices can easily con....the troubled mind that's not focused on The Son....;)
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Date: 9/11/2015 2:26:00 PM
I'm sure many of us could relate to this poem! So cleverly written, and hits home. Nicely done!
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