Is there ever an end to the road of heartaches?
And yet is there ever a beginning to the dream that always was?
To think you see me as beautiful, is to know that I am not.
As my body eats itself, I live forever.
And as I look in the mirror I feel sorry to know that that is who I am.
I feel sorry to know that this is me.
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Ashlie Pfeifer
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