"I'm proud of you for starving
It fits into the life I'm carving"
Said the shadow in the mirror
I'd long ceased to fear her
I narrowed my eyes and I replied
"By your will I always abide
But for all that, what have we to show?"
She shook her head and in a voice low
Whispered, "I can't tell you that yet
A promise made is a secret kept"
That was her cryptic reply
Not knowing what to make of it, I
I shook my head and I said, "no more"
She was still there, she'd opened the door
She was still there, she'd opened the door
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