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Mirrors

You made me a thief
to steal my own identity
My mind full of smoke
You disappeared into that
When my days were tough
My mind was aching
You left me with a pain
To make sure I cried.


You just killed me
With the pain and agony
My heart cried blood
You just laughed at this
Are you an evil helper ?
You thought me in pain
You saw me in pain..
You won the evil game.

[b]Talking to my mirror.
Written by mcjay
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