Daughter, Daughter
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Daughter, Daughter

“Daughter, Daughter,” said the mirror, “Am I showing you your face?” “That is not my face, you monster!: I hollar and I roar, “It is far too feminine! Remove that blonde disgrace!”

"Daughter, Daughter,” said the mirror, “Am I showing you your face?” “I hate that face, you hollow liar. That was never me! The cheeks are round the face is thick! Take it from this place!”

"Daughter, Daughter,” said the mirror, “Am I showing you your face?” “Why do you show me masculine? Not pretty, thin, and feline? I'm sure that is the case”

“Daughter, Daughter,” said the mirror, “Am I showing you your face?” “Make it stop, this isn't me! What's made you harsh and cruel? For hatred's in your humour laced”

“But Daughter, Daughter,” said the mirror, “Mine eyes only show the truth your face is as you see it here. This is your only you.”

“This! Isn't! Me!” I protest and yell, “How dare you claim my face as this! This devil of a human being with their eyeless pits”

“Daughter, Daughter” said the mirror “Calm yourself again. I am not built to lie so it is you to cause you pain”

“Damn you! Damn you!” I screamed in rage. I put my hands to break the glass and showed me with it's dying breath the face of a stranger, clear at last.

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