REFLECTION
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Reflection reflection, you're all I see.
I want to be thick, pretty and strong.
Reflection reflection, in front of me, these skinny arms are all they'll see.
Reflection reflection, why are you me?
Hands to my face it's like I'm reading Braille.
Reflection reflection, I'm losing it!
My wrist spread out, blade ready.
"You will heal" they said, but why am I still hurting?
Reflection reflection, get your eyes off me, or don't you see that I'd never be free?
Reflection reflection, this is it.
Till we meet again within the devils wings.
