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The mirror gleamed,
I dare not look,
For all I'll see is a monster.
I've been told that many times,
Why did the lord grace me with this curse?
Am I to be a fallen angel in his service?
My sins hold me upon this world,
I wish to leave but the promise I made keeps me here,
For her I'll help.
