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See my face,
Wanna tear it apart, Punching the mirror Till it’s bloody shards. Now I’m… Left alone with a broken ego, Got nowhere to run, No friend to turn to. So tempted to runaway, Change my name, Start my life over. But I’m afraid… Of what I might do, Of what the darkness brings. So I scream at the past To let me go.
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