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Here you are again So sweatly clinging to those stairs again but you just might swear that you have got something to prove.
my stone, my stone oh my cold stone heart why are you callaous and set apart? my black, my black oh my shriveled black heart? why when I need you, do you depart? my hard, my hard
I have a mirror. It’s broken The girl I see in the mirror is not me. I am young I am beautiful.