Average Rating 9 (1 votes) Rating Rated by 9 wanda You must login to vote looking into the mirror and not seeing a thing vain cause for such a sin gazing in silence and glass flex reflecting on looking hate nothing but spite on the other side nothing but oblivion nothing but an echo an echo echo a strange key to a lost door that god abandoned to man in a fit of love angels lust for it and devils would pay for it most of us have holes in it for some it's been deleted probably why we can't really see ourselves

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