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When I open the black mirror In the hopes of dark escape It becomes ever clearer I'm throwing my time away In pursuit of the drug I see the ghosts Of those living dead raving mad Snarling, drooling, biting the others I fear I will become them If I remain this empty glass It's hard to stand by and not be absorbed by the mass I try to sing but I am still in the search for my voice But blundering and plucking I'll find my way As long as the black mirror doesn't **** me in today
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Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
the rabid ghosts
When I open the black mirror In the hopes of dark escape It becomes ever clearer I'm throwing my time away In pursuit of the drug I see the ghosts Of those living dead raving mad Snarling, drooling, biting the others I fear I will become them If I remain this empty glass It's hard to stand by and not be absorbed by the mass I try to sing but I am still in the search for my voice But blundering and plucking I'll find my way As long as the black mirror doesn't **** me in today
im trying to get over my social media addiction (everything's so ******* polarized and it makes me feel ill to look at but I hate the school work I have to do so I get ****** in sometimes)
Chanceux_24
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Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
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