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Mirrors scare me And I'm not talking about being scared of Bloody Mary I'm not scared of seeing a murderer either and I'm not scared of seeing my own reflection either I'm scared of looking in the mirror and not seeing you standing beside me your arms wrapped around my waist your head resting on my shoulder your eyes taking in my reflection your lips smiling looking oh so soft and kissable that's what I'm scared of Having to finally accept that you are gone | ||||||||||||||
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