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Stare at me stare at me for the last time. . . their mirrors they just reflect your image I see no protection. You're lost. You're broken. In my cold room made of glass all those mirrors are broken the splinters cut my skin they won't hurt me anymore. now, stare at me stare at me for the last time. so beautiful so eternal you can't move I won't let this beautiful statue go locked. Inside the dark room made of glass I stare at you stare at you for the last time. These eyes are useless now blind. I will cry venomous tears of blood in the flow of time. Will someone find the key inside some snake's liver? now let me