Telling Little Lies

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She grabbed her neck and fiddled with her brain; 

Making her eyes bleed and her mind go insane.

Time to drain the energy, she thought, and flicked her wrist--

Caught her victim and sunk deeper into the mist. 

Toying with her fingers and thinning out her feet;

An unbalancing act meant for the trapped weak. 

Casted an image and branded her concave, starving legs--

She loved telling little lies in the mirror that sags.

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