'originality'

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Who is this beauty I see in the darkness? She is my reflection but calls me a different name. My lost eyes hold a desperate call for help, The moon is my soul The darkness is my comfort 
Tears well up in my eyes. I can see through your eyes. My heart is falling into pieces. I'm gonna capsize. These emotions welling up inside of me. I can't face it alone.
Love;
I lived in a castle once, It was called love. The walls were built
I am an anglerfish, Fishnets stuck in between my teeth, One-liner hooks spilling From bleeding gums. Anglerfish rely on a light to attract prey,
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