Your bitter words cut into me as if they were a pair of scissors
They tore holes deep into my heart
everything I do is formed around the pattern you traced and hacked out for me
I peer into the looking glass
And I gaze at the ugly paper doll your tirades created
But you see, I have discovered my own scissors
I will carefully craft a new life
and a beautiful person will be born
And I'll draw a smile on my face with a shiny new crayon
I have my own scissors now!
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