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by QueenOfDarkness   Nov 23, 2007


I look in the mirror.
Who is that,
They're staring back.

Their eyes are full,
Full of tears,
From all the years.

All the years,
Full of pain,
She will always be in vain.

From all the wounds,
Scars are present,
From the descent.

Her descent from Heaven,
Her arrival to Hell,
Satan hath cast a spell.

She is scared,
For she is alone,
On her own.

No one's there,
To heal the memories,
Of who she has become.

She has become me.
Why,
How,
When did she become me?

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