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And She Stopped By the Mirror and Thought, "My God What Happened?"
My mouth and hands are plastic,
I can feel my face,
Loose elastic.
With little lines
And drops
Thoughts and frowns.
They say I’ll drink your blood
To stay young.
I want to tell you I wouldn’t
I want to tell I couldn’t.
But I can’t stop what I’ve already started.
You are such a pretty face.
What a shame to watch it all fade away.
