Pretty
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
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