The Weakening.

The overtaking.

The craziness.

The mess you made,

the mess you chose.

I am the ghost you love,

I suppose.

The white line on the mirror.

The fine line between life & death.

One side shows my former self,

and the other is a messed up perception.

I have to wonder,

which side do you love?

This is me.

Perfect as I'll ever be.

But Nowhere close to perfect.

Do you think you could love me?

Or do you want someone else?

Tell me what you choose,

So if you dont choose me,

I can be sent away.

Sent away & left in a little cell.

A Little cell of doom & hell

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