And you look
in the mirror, and you stretch the skin on your cheekbones;
watch as your fingers pull your eyes from shape to shape to
shape. And you tell that person staring back at you, with
sharp cheekbones and dull dead eyes, you say to that
person
you dont have to die
you don't have to die
it's going to get better
it's going to heal
you don't have to die
And you turn away from the mirror, and drop your hands.
you dont have to die
you don't have to die
it's going to get better
it's going to heal
you don't have to die
And you turn away from the mirror, and drop your hands.
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