Stare

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I sit and stare
But the mirror just glares
Is this real
Or do I dare
Pick up the blade
From wich I took
I sign in blood
In my new book

I promise to
Remain true
That today I swear
I'm finally through

Although you love me
I'm not what I should be
I was lying to myself
But now he is dying

What was once
Is no more
The last glimpse of life
Drained from his eyes ..

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