Looked into the mirror
Could see myself clearer
Got terrified
Stood horrified
The night that covers my soul
My heart just of a wooden doll
Saw the deep inner spirit
Roaming in some dark visit
Felt a Shattering trauma
Could see myself in the dark
My life ended with a comma
And mortality engraved in that dirty park
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