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Oct 2015
Mirrors on the wall
Glass on the floor
She has doomed you all
She'll hurt you even more

Her heart is broken
It was once so golden

You tore her to shreds
You're better off dead

Mirrors on the wall
Glass on the floor
It's time for your curtain call
Get ready to hear her roar

She was so confident
Until she heard your voice in her conscience

You broke her down with words
Now you'll never live to hear the birds
Elizabeth Tran
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Elizabeth Tran
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