Hating imperfections

Small hands grip the reflector of light

Emerald green eyes stare through the mirror

Cold lips frown at the tiny imperfections

Faulty ears send their words of disgust

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Happiness hides in the back of your closet

While depression is welcomed with open arms

In a moment of despiration the blade of death calls

Look in the mirror and see what you've become

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Its not to late, you can change your denstiny.