I look in the mirror and i see someone
with a face like mine but a long one
my heart bleeds and it drips from my chest
my scars are explicit like an ornamental crest
will i find peace? i know not
in misery shall i wallow and rot.
My heart cries
and so doth my eyes
will my soul find
a mate to call mine
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