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Faded pictures, across the screen,

Misty woman in the magazine,

Tears falling off my face,

Soon I’ll be completely erased.



The eyes gave up on my mind,

The claim that it’s lied,

And ghastly mirrors took to frame,

Something in my head’s to blame.



Few spirits are so pure,

Take me in to find a cure,

Talk to the voice in my head

That doesn’t care if I’m alive or dead.