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Victim

My eyes close, the world is gone.
Nothing there, nothing wrong.
I hold on, soothing to sleep.
My paralysis, I'm in too deep.

On the hunters beck and call.
Who am I, I cannot fall.
The world is gone, I am alone.
Wait, there's someone home.

Who are they, victim in the mirror.
They look like me, lies so sheer.
They smile, like me they cry.
But the victim can only die.
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