Written by Mercury the Scribe

Two of Us

Who am I these days?

I don’t even recognize my own gaze.

A stranger’s taken my skin

Cut me open and stitched me up again.

Now we’re both in this hell

Two angels who fell

Hating themselves everyday

Till we both wither away

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