'originality'
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Who is this beauty I see in the darkness?
She is my reflection but calls me a different name.
My lost eyes hold a desperate call for help,
The moon is my soul
The darkness is my comfort
Tears well up in my eyes.
I can see through your eyes.
My heart is falling into pieces.
I'm gonna capsize.
These emotions welling up inside of me.
I can't face it alone.
I am an anglerfish,
Fishnets stuck in between my teeth,
One-liner hooks spilling
From bleeding gums.
Anglerfish rely on a light to attract prey,
