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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.