Dead Self
I can feel the killer
Killer in my mirror
The voice
The voice
Of the remains
Remains of my old self
Bringing me a war in my Slowly rotting skin
Walking in the shadows of the valley of Death
Trying to hide
Hide from the voice
The voice in the mirror.
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hey so i had to delete my google account so i made a new one so i am going to be putting my old one back on here and new ones obviously.
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