Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Do you have the guts, the gall?
Can you break before you fall,
And show the truth, obey my call?
Can you see out, beyond my skin?
Portray what really lies within?
Ignore the scars upon my wrist,
Can you call curtains on this gist?
Beneath the ink, can you reveal,
What's right, what's wrong, what's fake, what's real?
Can you perform to my demand?
Give actions to my cautious hand?
If you can give your being, whole,
Devoted to my impure soul,
My mortal ways, my human mind,
I'll let you show just what you find.
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