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Mirror Mirror

Dear girl in the mirror
What’s that in your interior?
A soul bathed in failure
Why, you’re acting so prior
To the plans we’d made in dire
Why feel so inferior?
Why not shine this interior?
So the voices derive pleasure?
And now you’re taking drastic measures?
I’m talking to you, girl in the mirror
You show my mind and my exterior
If you don’t end this behaviour
You’ll end up in a coffin’s interior
Be warned, girl in the mirror

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