Mirror, mirror

Honey, this mirror isn’t big enough for the two of us

Their reflections were too big
In a single space, they can’t fit
The one with the upper hand gets most of the treat
‘Cause the other one is as brittle as an onion sheet

But they still spun the wheel and let it thread,
As Aurora’s blood spills onto the bed
The young knight came and shot the lead,
Through his brain, against his head

But somehow Aurora managed to survive,
But to carry on after all that is not much of a life
Until the day the shadow would meekly retreat from its side,
The mirror’s not yet big enough for the one who’s left behind.

"Now come on, come all to this tragic affair..."
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Spill it out, bruh.

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