I've got this black, slick and sick sort of thunder, moments all asunder, panting under the flash of lightning strikes, a shattered mirror showing a ragged broken me. I don't want to be crushed again, fear the electricity, yet I'm out there risking death or worse anyway.
I don't understand why. Deep down, intrinsic...
Is this what I want?
Look in the mirror. Is Haru there, or are you all alone?
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