The Dying Day Doesn’t Belong to Me
On Solitude; Secret; If I Die Today It’s Not My Intention; Taking the Body Apart and Putting It Together; Under the Tent
When I look in the mirror I’m looking for someone who looks like me

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The Dying Day Doesn’t Belong to Me
When I look in the mirror I’m looking for someone who looks like me