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i stare at myself in the mirror.
pick.
pick.
picking at my skin.

hoping nobody hears my sobs.
tears fall.
fall.
fall down my face.

i notice the weight ive lost.
purge.
purge.
purging until perfection.

i look at my scars.
cut.
cut.
cutting away at my features.

i try and smile.
force.
force.
forcing it to look real.

i realize, im not perfect.
try.
try.
trying until im the perfect one.

i think throughout the night.
over.
over.
over.
and over again.

will i ever be good enough in my own eyes?

doubt it.

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