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Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who's the thinnest one of all?

Is it the cheerleader, that jock, that nerd or whore?

Or is it me, the one that eats more?

Mirror, mirror, glass so fragile

With edges like knives, blades so dull

Am I a walking corpse, ghost limbs from limb?

Or am I that fat one, lies so slim?

Mirror, mirror, hanging there

I'm starving myself, but no one cares

Am I so thin nobody can see?

With all these layers gone, am I still me?