A broken mirror, a bleeding fist. A silver blade against a wrist. Tears falling down to lips unkissed. Ignore her and she won't exist. She's not the kind you'll come too miss.
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A broken mirror, a bleeding fist. A silver blade against a wrist. Tears falling down to lips unkissed. Ignore her and she won't exist. She's not the kind you'll come too miss.
