I am running through mirrors, all of them showing my worst enemy. Me. I knew what I had done was wrong, but he was asking for it. I knew I would surly be condemned to a sinful record. I did it. I took something that was not mine to take. The carnival lights seemed to dance aroung me accusingly saying"you did it" "you took something that was not yours to take" I panniced, taking the razor I had used previously I..... I did it. I took something that was not mine to take. Then, I took my own.
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