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My bones peak out of my skin
I need to be beautiful
Cant see the beauty within
Who is in control

Carve art on my wrists
Scars are bountiful
Slave to the razors kiss
Who is in control

Slave to my reflection
Mirror on the wall
Never do i pass inspection
Who is in control

Crying for nights on end
Why am i not beautiful
My heart will never mend
Who is in control

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