Mirror of Reply

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You're the thorns imbedding into my fingertips
"Why are you bleeding?"
You're the noose that's pulling around my neck
"Why are you choking?"
And everytime I move the pain gets worse
You wonder why I stay still
And everytime I speak you scream and weep 
And I'm the one that's born to kill
 

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