She looks in the mirror,
Her reflection stares back,
The reflection of a lost child,
A child wanting to be set free,
This is everything she doesn't want to be,
So full of hatered for herself,
Smashes the mirror,
Begins to cry,
She picks picks up a piece of glass,
So small but her reflection still appears,
She takes it to her wrist,
Slowly cuts getting deeper and deeper,
She doesn't fear the grim reaper.
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