Beware: The Mirror
A space is left, for I have gone
Lost too, I am trapped in the mirror,
What happens next? Do I continue to look in the mirrors or do I change?
It has grabbed my hand, pulling me in,
It has grabbed my soul, clutching, clutching o so tight,
I am vain, it fills my soul
Hard to resist, but I do
For the mirror will not take me like it took you.
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