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I don't look in mirrors;
I stare into them.
Nose an inch from the glass -
Those eyes that are either wild and tearful or dull as pig shit.
I could smash it, if I punched hard enough
And use the glass to slit my wrists. Paint my mouth with the blood - pretty girl.