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I've been looking in the mirror for so long
All the little pieces falling, schatterd
Parts of me toosharp to put back together
too smaal to matter, but big enough to cut me into so many pieces...
I bleed, I bleed and I breath no more...
Lie to me, convince me that I've been sick forever and all of this will make sence when I get better, well, I know the difference between myself and my reflexion
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