One day I will wake up and accept that she is my fate.
Maybe it will happen in the future,
on a lonely afternoon,
while everyone is still soundly asleep
I could finally let her put those skinny hands on my neck, ending my misery.
Or maybe, I will watch her take the kitchen knife, the one my mother always uses for making dinner, and sever my distorted reality.
Oh, dear girl in the mirror
My very own bloody mary.
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girlinthemirror (
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