Plucking my fingernails off one by one
Hearing the pathetic tapping noise as they hit the ground
Tearing my hair out strand by strand
Feeling the spots I missed
Clawing at my skin
Seeing what it's doing for my complexion
I mutilate my body for beauty
I'd kill myself if that meant I could be pretty
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