United States
34° 59' 40.1532" N, 81° 3' 12.186" W

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall.
Make me pretty, thin, and tall.

Who is fairest of us all?
When will Beauty finally fall?

Paint my face and Dye my hair,
Then will someone truly care?

Tan my skin and Starve myself,
I need Beauty, not my health.

Spread my Legs and Slit my Wrists,
When will I feel like I exist?

Who will save me as I crawl?
I weigh nothing; a human doll.

Chocolate curls and thick, long lashes.
Now my soul’s turned into ashes.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall.
Am I not Beautiful at all?


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