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Aug 2014
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Build me up and watch me fall
Spend me, draw from the wells of my soul
There is nothing there, but it's your call
Drain me, bleed me dry
I've already started with this blade
My oh my, now there's blood on the floor
The darkness has engulfed me
Watch me set fire to my empty heart
I'll burn brighter than the flames of hell
Mirror, mirror made of glass
Your broken shards in my hands
Are covered, stained bright red
What they did is caliginous
I'm choking on blood, down on my knees
I'm nothing but broken bones and desparate pleas so
Mirror, mirror, how long until I finally fall?
*Not long my dear, so give it your all
lucy
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lucy
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