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At the house I lived in when I was younger, the bathroom there freaked me out, with the lights on or off... but that doesn't happen where I am now. Do you think it's it the Mirror? Behind the shower curtain?
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And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. The moon tells me a secret. My confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting
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