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The Mirror

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I see her every morning with saddness in her eyes
Looking up at the heavens always asking why
why the pain
why the suffering
why the tears
I see her every afternoon with a black tear going down her cheek
Looking at her wrist with the face that she shouldn't had taken a peek
why the pain
why the suffering
why the tears
I see her every night suprised to see the blood
Feeling as if she's drowning in a huge flood
I look at myself knowing that this has to end
But sooner or later I'll see myself doing it again





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