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Behind the Mirror

FixXxer

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Niagara Falls.
Looking behind the mirror,
my features become clearer,
as my eyes draw nearer.

My pupils dilate,
this, I used to hate,
until I realized, you can make it great.

My eyebrows, still as thick,
seem to make my eyes be bricks,
my reaction time, no longer quick.

my cheeks, rosier than before,
like I'm wearing make-up of a whore,
that again, forgot to close the door.

my nose, longer still,
you'd think I'd shrink it with freewill,
instead, I will pop this pill.

my ears, radius of a mile,
they give me my style,
alone, reflecting, I'll sit for awhile.

now that i know my looks,
I can concentrate on books,
trust my friends aren't crooks,
and now i know myself,
i know my health,
of my mind, and my body,
I know, I'm no hotty,
but I stand, confident. and 'naughty'.

inside, is what matters to most,
but in order to see inside, your looks, you must post,
because few like the ugly ghost.
Behind the mirror, where my inside hosts.
 
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ahh this flows so absolutely perfectly and i know the feeling of looking in the mirror and being ok with that. its not an easy feeling to come by. i like the last part the best. super good.
 
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