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As She stares into the mirror, 

she sees imperfection, 

She sees pain, and sadness, 

As she makes the first cut, 

She watches the blood drip down her arm, 

and laughs as she makes a second,

She can feel the terror and sadness leave, 

this is her escape, her only way, 

the one thing she can control, 

the only thing that can make all those feelings go away, 

and now shes addicted</3