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by Purple Dec 5, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
Erase those words From my head Sharpen my sword Before I'm dead Fix this head That won't let me act Give me some thing new So I can defend the attack I'm fed up with this shit All the unprovoked attacks I'm a mirror of his pain He won't let me relax Too small, too many To leave a bruise Too small too many For lasting constant clues This mirror is cracking Soon it will break The troll looking in Will get shards in its face