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in my mirrorI see all the womentheir sacrificebut I cant see me or my liesin my mirrorI cant be shyI only seean ugly soul.. that beautifywith shivering handsa world that is keen to diein my mirrorthe females shatterbetween my eyesand now I can seewhat became of mea bird..with a voice as clatterin my mirrorI stand to scream NOmy weakness is not soI will not take the mannequin roleI am no ones dollI break my mirrorwith its piecesflows my bloodboth in trash cana hazy foot print in the mudsays women..we can
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