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Jun 26
Mirror, mirror on the wall

When will death finally call?

Lifeless body, no word or fight

No one comforts at last sight

Some will cry, some won't care

No one will know that I'm there

Buried 6 feet under in the ground

Is my escape, my way out
Written by
Vivian  F/Behind the screen
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