As she walks by you, you notice her beauty.
You notice her smile, her stance, her grace.
She looks invincible, strong, and pure.
Her smile shines for miles and miles.
Her laugh fills the room with its warmth.
When she gets home, she looks in the mirror.
She sees nothing but ugly, weak, and unholy.
She's not pretty, she's fat.
She's nothing but ugly, she'll never be more.
To achieve her beauty, she stops eating for days.
But no that's not enough.
She'll hurt herself, and her body.
But no that's not enough.
As she walks by you, you notice her pain.
She looks weak, hurt, and scarred.
Her eyes are grey and lifeless.
Her bodys small and brittle.
When she gets home, she looks in the mirror.
She sees nothing but ugly, she'll never be more.
What has she come to, hurting herself?
She notices her body and wishes for the old, but now it's too late.
She can't stop hurting herself, its already started.
She'll never be pretty, now that she's ruined.
She'll hurt herself, and her body too.
But no that's not enough.
She hurts herself 'till she's almost to her death.
No one notices her little, brittle body, almost buckling with a breath.
She'll keep hurting herself until someone notices, or until she's dead.
But which will come first is already determined in her head.
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