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Stunted

7/22/2022

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I hate the mirror, the rude awakening no one cares enough to save me
I keep waking up someplace new, I never grow, I just fade, stunted
And even if I save myself, life will be long and hollow, stunted
And I’m a vampire now, no matter how long I look I can’t see myself in the mirror anymore
I’ve stopped aging, I’m starving for blood that’s not mine, stunted

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