The Mirrors Don'T Lie
I am broken, inside and out. There is no beauty that blossms from my eyes. No hope that flows threw my
fingers . I am a shell of my former self. I believe I been this way for quiet some time. When I stare into the
mirror I see nothing but a plain girl. Those words that flow in and out of my head became more and more true.
I am on the brink out insanity, it shows on my arms and on my legs. It's a sickness that's is seeping threw
me, digging deep into my bones. I am scared I am losing my self. I see it every day, where I once was
beautiful there is nothing, how can I fix me?
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