when I look at myself in the mirror I wonder if she is different from the girl I saw 5 minutes ago. Is she just as beautiful? Is she just as changing?
I question myself and I capture myself, like a injured bird being held in a box, and by looking at the picture I know that only I define my beauty and only I control it.
Hey, attention-seeking girl who takes a dozen pictures of herself with her cellphone every day and posts them all on Facebook.
We're not as into you as you're into you.
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