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She feels a cold breeze,

at night, she hears distant cries.

She is just a child but still she knows

The girl in the mirror is not herself

Just a phantasm of death to become

These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear

Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.

She sees atrocious things,

at night, she perceives the fear in their minds.

She is just a child, but still she knows when it’s time

The little boy running in the fields is not real

Just a burning soul of a soon dead one

These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear

Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.

These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear

Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end.

Now she finally sees herself in the mirror: beauty lost.

The answer to mystery of her life, is now clear

death… death… death… death…