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Mary Jack

14 Mar, 2015 08:23 AM 
I sit and stare
But the mirror just glares
Is this real
Or do I dare
Pick up the blade
From wich I took
I sign in blood
In my new book

I promise to
Remain true
That today I swear
I'm finally through

Although you love me
I'm not what I should be
Your princess was lying
But now she is dying

What was once
Is no more
Her final last words
You filthy whore..
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