Poem one.

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I stare

My reflection hating me

I stare

My tired eyes holding gaze with me

I stare

You made me this way

I stare

I now hate my own reflection

I cry

The scars are still there

I cry

My heart in despair

I cry

Holding onto my thin body

I cry

Knowing that sticks and bones can't break my bones but words will always hurt me

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