It's what she meant with open ends
The scaled cracks our numbered and counting down
There is no contact She cannot save it from herself Rather be somewhere else
Rather be someone else
Her judgement from the mirror meets
With shut reaction
Its conviction is cause to her decline The quiet touch of addicted glamour
Dates the tyrant child unsatisfied a portrait's trash
Attempts corruption to marvel the ovations of thoughtlessness White knuckled substance Ghost faced smiles Strung out reprisal Dope sick afternoon simplicity Hedonistic escape to shroud her symptoms decrements the ordinary She can shatter
She can break The girl in the glass is one of us
Hurt it more to make her yours
The girl is interrupted Immense illusion can end transmission till death will she part Kill it and put it to rest
She's never coming back.
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