Mirror, mirror on the wall
I look at myself and begin to fall
I count the scars and the ribs
No sound from my chapped lips
Dark eyes shine bright
So why don't you hold me tight
Short hair, but you do care
Who I love and what I wear
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I am not the fairest one of all
But you have to love yourself
Before you can love someone else...
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