The mirror stands before you
The judge and jury of your faults
You refuse to look
You refuse to see
Your image multiplied
In the shattered glass
The buzzing in your ears
Drowns out your tantrums
Nobody wants you.
Nobody needs you.
All you have is you
Sleep with her,
Eat with her,
Die with her!
In the bed
Of your
Own
Making
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