As I sit too close…
Trying to make myself
Look pretty again.
I laugh at myself silently
Look how far I’ve fallen,
How did it come to this?
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| The mirror fogs As I sit too close… Trying to make myself Look pretty again. I laugh at myself silently Look how far I’ve fallen, How did it come to this? |
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