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my name is only verbal,
i'm like a broken mirror lying on the ground,
cold, hard, and sharp,
people try and look down on me,
but they all see themselves,
within me
i'm like a broken mirror lying on the ground,
cold, hard, and sharp,
people try and look down on me,
but they all see themselves,
within me
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