And I sit here fucking shaking.
Looking in the mirror,
in my dark dirty eyes,
I see a sad soul staring back.
It looks at me and says,
with a hollow voice,
"find who did this to me."
So I exit the building to the jungle,
following the demon ways,
all the way to the devil.
I looked him in the eyes,
only to see my own.
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