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nostalgic horrora mirror next to the doorshowing the darkest sideof a dear empathemotions forced to hide i refused to look at ittoo busy with lifebut curiosity struck medeeper than a knife you dragged me into meet a strangerfamiliarityunaware of the danger her clothes are covered in bloodshe holds the books of my youthi recognize her demonic faceshe’s the one i’m afraid to be i run away from youbut you hold me for so longmy clothes are also covered in bloodand i lose my love for anything but her and you

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