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Cookies with no milk
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Ongoing, First published May 16, 2014
Have you seen your mirror? 
smile as you cry 

Reflect your friends 
and reflect yourselves 
when your alone at night 

Have you thought that 
that monster will make you smile 
make you twisted 
make you kill 
and make you love a lie 

no you won't 
no you can't 
and it won't stop
it won't shant 
even if you die 
it will reflect 
and would love to see 
your face of regret 

You can never run 
but you can hide 
in your death place of choice 
once you disobey it's words 
you'll never understand 
but it will
and it will find you 
and you? 
you should find a better hiding place
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