You strike me with your fist and beat me with harsh words.
I put on a face and hide the bruises —
but why is it that you’re the one staring at the ground.
You pointed the gun at my direction…and pulled the trigger.
It was too late then, you realized.
It was not me laughing in front of the mirror but the devil inside your head.


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