“The mirror doesn’t lie”
“It reflects a solid truth”
once roses would bloom for me
Now they spare thorns in spite
Such a young naive girl
You’ve let the world shape you
Something you’ve not foreseen to come
Yet, you hold the scissors in your left hand
attempting to cut your long beautiful silky hair
maybe if I was just a bit
.. more beautiful
if I’d not heeded their wretched foaming words
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