I love me so much... It hurts. Looking at him, I feel like I'm looking in the mirror.
Isn't that odd?
I'm so gonna look back on this and think it's cringe. But I don't care, at least it's not what it was two years ago... *shudder*
Tears laced with cyanide flow through the cracks of a
Mirror shattered long ago.
And, sure, he's the one
Who swung the metal bat
But, hey, he can't control the urge!
I certainly don't blame him for that!
What's wrong with me, what's wrong with me...
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