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My sister came on into my bed
Complaining loudly about the voices in her head
She cried and she cried and she cried
But the devil talked and he spoke and he tried
Until she snapped
And my sister was no more
Instead stood shaking by my bedroom door
Was a moonlit figure waiting for life
Staring deeply into a steely black knife
I glanced at her as she did to me
And so her eyes spoke "will you set me free?"
And so i picked up the knife in its steely doom
And found myself in the doorway of my room
Where once was a door, a mirror stood instead
Glinting faintly and painting my eyes red
It makes no sense, how could it be
Perhaps The monster in the mirror really was me ?

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