.I feel it welling up inside,
And Robert Smith lied,
Boys do cry and with,
Blood, tears in my eyes
I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life,
I can't hide the monster,
Anymore,
One can only feel desolate for so long,
Until one starts to change into something the mirror doesn.
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