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I am me, or am I?
I am a child, or am I?

I am the black-haired girl, more sharp than dim,
you are the shadow I am with

Those who reflect in the cold steel on my hands,
cannot inmagine the mercy I give them

I see those beyond his shadow,
in which, he has come to swallow

All must obey him, for he is their master,
the one who gives the ability of power

I stand behind you, along with those that crept,
he make us choose, like a puppet

When he tells us to laugh, we laugh with no fuss
Even when we kill those around us

We are told to be angry, we glimmer with rage
emotes of hate, beyond the limits for our age

We cannot be free, bonds forever held
shackles on our wings, which have broken with our hearts as well

Though never told to cry, were we
We both cry silently - you and me