A Broken Mirror,
A Bleeding Fist,
A Sliver Blade Against A Wrist,
Tears Falling Down To Lips Unkissed,
Ignore Her And She Wont Exist,
She's Not The Kind You'll Come To Miss.
(a.b.)
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