she whispers she loves me
but my head screams she despises me
my friends tell me i'm pretty
but the tears in my repulsive reflection
and the scars on my legs all contradict them
they tell me i'll be live and be okay
but death is the only comforting thought
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she whispers she loves me
but my head screams she despises me
my friends tell me i'm pretty
but the tears in my repulsive reflection
and the scars on my legs all contradict them
they tell me i'll be live and be okay
but death is the only comforting thought