A broken mirror,
A bleeding fist,
A silver blade against a wrist,
Tears falling down her lips barely kissed,
Ignore her and she won't exist,
She is not the kind you'il come to miss
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A broken mirror,
A bleeding fist,
A silver blade against a wrist,
Tears falling down her lips barely kissed,
Ignore her and she won't exist,
She is not the kind you'il come to miss
