I needed you to show me what death looked like.
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What torment felt like, what sadness was.
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I needed you to dig my grave and lay me ever so gently into the dark dark ground never to be seen again.
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I needed you to show me what agony resembled, dishonesty embodied, and what fear composed.
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You showed me that while staring deep into my eyes with a smile across your face.
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I needed you to lie, to cheat, to steal from my pockets, from my mind, from my soul, from my heart.
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I needed that more than you’ll ever know.
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I needed you to use me, abuse me, peruse me, and climb off of me again and again and again.
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You showed me what I was missing.
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You showed me all of the wrong.
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You showed me how much I hated myself for allowing you into my home.
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And yet because I saw death in its face, I was able to see the truth.
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It was me who showed me all those things, never really you.
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-Mirror, Mirror
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