Mirror mirror on the wall, was I always meant to fall?
Roses white and dying light slivers sweet forgiving bite.
She'll ask "why?"
No answer found
And I'll rot deep
Beneath the ground
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Mirror mirror on the wall, was I always meant to fall?
Roses white and dying light slivers sweet forgiving bite.
She'll ask "why?"
No answer found
And I'll rot deep
Beneath the ground
