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Once upon a time Cinderella thought it'd be a crime That if her shoes weren't polished Her reputation would be demolished   That if she didn't pluck her eyebrow She wouldn't be pretty somehow
You're down because you've been changing in ways you had never hoped nor planned   The years have gone by and as you look back you scrutinize your mistakes that you can't stand  
I pass her everyday, always there, always perfect. But I'll never be like that. I like to eat. My skin is messed up. There's bags under my eyes. My lips blend wrong. But there she is,
That broken glass mirror Shattered in pieces, Shattered forever, I pick up a piece of that broken glass mirror and examine it, and see no flaws. It has served its purpose.
Its not the clothes I wear the skin I’m in
She will need pretty eyes And thick hair,  Or whatever she chooses But most of all  She will need to love herself She might have problems And inevitable issues
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