Mirror, mirror on the wall; what’s your secret you can’t
stall. Tell me I’m pretty; tell me
I’m fine. Don’t tell me tubby;
please don’t let that be the sign.
That can’t be the answer; please, please don’t let it be. Is that fur, an antler? Oh, tell me that’s not acne! What am I turning into? Mirror, I don’t
want you being my author! This is starting
to becoming an issue! I know now
that on the inside, I’ve become a monster.
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