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Help- First Poem In "My Dearest Daughter" Series

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Dearest daughter

Stands in the mirror

Wipes away her tears

So maybe she'll see herself clearer

She wants to look like mommy

Or the models on the T.V.

So she decorates her face

With cucumbers and seaweed

Pokes holes in her ears

And puts in things that shine

Draws symbols on her flesh

And then carves them there for all time

She starves herself till bones show

And creak with every step

Sometimes you could hear her

Crying while she slept

If only daughter dearest knew

What she was doing to herself

Maybe then she'd know

She needed to ask for help

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