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You were happy, laughing

only to cry over a scraped knee

now your crying, dying

not to be seen.

You had sad hazel eyes

and a fair complexion

you once were beautiful

what happened to that direction?

With your natural blonde hair

getting duller and duller

and your skin tone

never having a glowing colour

You're laughing at me

through a mirror of sorts

poking me, prodding me

just where it hurts

With your thunder thighs

and knobby knees

I cringe at your reflection

staring back at me.