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A girl emerges 

anxious

and alone

"What are you fearing,

dear?"

My words somehow

seem foreknown.

Sensing doom,

we meet

eye to eye.

"I don't have fears"

She replies

"I know that I will die"

"We...all die"

The shock 

I feel

is fairly

hard to hide.

She turns away,

seeing no

real reason to confide.

"I know I'm just a stranger"

I say

"but I-"

She looks to me

a looming danger

still drifting in her eyes

"You're no stranger"

She spits

Malice coating ever word.

"Don't you see?

You are me. 

I am you."

She-

Me-

We were a violent hue.

I felt the rage she felt.

As she drew up her sleeve.

I knelt.

I wept.

Wrist in hand.

Stories of

scars that I had dealt. 

I hurt a little girl

everytime I hurt myself.