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When I look at her my
Conceded embodiment gives me envious rage
The mirror doesn’t reflect a reflection of what I am,
What I look like
I only see her
Seems to be …
I have to become her …
Disgusted with focus of precise
(the) of aim of her habit, traits, daily chores,
…(and) ominous persona
I have not only committed a
Religious, moral sin,
But I'm criminous to the crime I will admit to
Guilty I am, guilt I don’t feel … ?!
How odd it feels to be guilty and feel no remorse


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