| Mirror, Mirror Snapped, spun, come undone relentless fire your only desire pretty crystal sparkles, a special gift... mirror on the ground rage the only sound reverberations relentless laid on a bed of shinny things mind begins to bend I thought I saw the end. Hands strong enough to hold, sick enough to take moments of release only to fleece thoughts of escape only to be pulled in again Mirror, mirror ... show the end, not when it will begin again |
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