The search has begun. This is page one. Met meet your maker, I give you The
Author. He may seem familiar because he looks like your mirror. You've lied like
a lawyer, but don't deny it when you're face to face with demons dancing off of
mirror images reflecting all that you wanted. So far from perfect. Onward we
will strive. Take it for what it's worth, this truth that you've realized.
You're not who you thought you were, it's time to see the other side of what you
have become. Nothing but Single serving, selfish chapters of sacrificial moral
standards. You're no stranger to apathy in bold situations. Take your time to
make it happen. Bring your mirror, and spare your excuse as a self-serving actor
who's so close to perfect. It's all the same, no face or complexion. You're not
worth what you're spending. When you're screaming "Danger, Danger!", don't stop,
go on alone. Desperate endeavor, you've got to take it or leave it, if you will.
It's not so convincing that you're the only one here who can be like me.
The search has begun. Leave your letters, but it won't matter. Take back what is
left before your death, but is it really you that they suspect? You take shots,
who's the figure before the flame? It's not hard to spark, but it's hard to
master. So look for the answer. Single serving selfish chapters on your
condition. Lust and Liars. So get out, stop dreaming, if you're one for
breathing. Sacrificial moral standards of two reflections. Truth and Fire.
Something you'll live for. So close to perfect. It's all you've got, one chance
for conviction. Lies fuel Fires and your suspect wont walk. When you're
screaming "Danger, danger!" don't stop, go on alone. Desperate endeavor, take it
or leave it if you will. It's not so convincing that you're the only one here
who could be like me. From this point on. The way you thought it would all work
out... But we've hit Autumn. Follow the story. The fall of The Author. Just one
more year and you'll choose to regret.
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