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She thinks she's ugly,
Even though everyone tells her she's not,
Because you told her she was,
And your opinion mattered most to her,
Now she's anorexic,
And in the hospital,
She didn't eat,
Her hair fell out,
Her organs squished together,
And she's dying,
And you are sad,
But not sad enough to tell her she's pretty,
To tell her she was perfect from the start,
Because you have this picture in your mind,
Of a perfect girl,
And she wasn't good enough for you,
But let me tell you something,
You aren't good enough for her