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You ask me why I hurt myself,

but I don't really know.

You ask me why I starve myself,

I say it doesn't show.

You ask me if I love you,

but all I can do is cry.

You ask me why I hate mirrors,

but I think that you know why.

You ask me if I love myself,

or if I only want to die.

You ask if I think I'm beautiful,

and I have to answer no.

You ask me stay alive for you,

but I think it's time to go.