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Reflect Illusion

the mirror breaks, my shattered face the shards, they fall upon my wrists i paint my arm, with life i trace the blood flows onto my clenched fists i find, inside, the monster dwells the rage it brings in me upwells i hold it back, my soul is cold it has its youth, but i am old inside the prison of my head i find emotion growing dead and never found inside my soul that which always can console for in reality, nothing makes a difference

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