The mirror that chose to kill me was the one I couldn't see
in the sky that all surrounds me
in a love that isn't me
And a judgement for my actions
of a life not meant to be
As I walk around the skyline
in a hug from destiny
And am told to go from under
what is called a deep blue sky
When the life I live for others
is as shallow as gone by
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