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My worst nightmare

March 2, 2010
By Anonymous

A young girl dark stand before me, her head hangs low.
Who are you? I ask. Her hollow eyes reveal nothing.
Her skin is cracked with plum purple bruises
Her clothes are quilted with dark stains and blood
“Who are you” I call again.
“I am your worst nightmare,” Her smile is thick and secretive.
“I am you.”



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