I cannot wrestle the mirror, its cut is too sharp.
I cannot lie to myself, I would know my own deception.
The reflection of my heart haunts me anytime light flashes by.
I still have a few left to say.
I cannot wrestle the mirror, its cut is too sharp.
I cannot lie to myself, I would know my own deception.
The reflection of my heart haunts me anytime light flashes by.
I still have a few left to say.
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