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The Mirror

(I bet you didn’t)
Know
That
All teenage girls
Would grow
To either
Love
Or to hate
The mirror.

Wretched mirror.

Those that hate it are scorned
For lack of self-confidence
But if they don’t hate it
They love it too much
And those who do love it
Are praised for (shallow) beauty
And narcissus wins.  

Others are scorned (by the less un-wise)
For VANITY
And America has just lost
Another female
To rape, lust, and other fragments.
America just lost another woman
To wholesome possibilities
Of happiness.

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