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Everyday she looks the same.
Looking as though she were dead.
By her blank, staring eyes, she already is.
I wonder why I am the only one to see her scars.
The red strokes that have been patterned around her slight figure through out the years.
I wonder why I am the only one to see how little she eats.
Her body becomes thinner and bones more protruding.
I wonder why I am the only one to see her cry.
She is always crying you see.
But I am the only one there to watch.
She cries, she cuts, she starves, she screams.
I'm the only one who notices.
But then I remember.
I'm just looking at the girl in the mirror.