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The Mirrored Image

July 27, 2010
By AmandaMarie BRONZE, Dallas, Texas
AmandaMarie BRONZE, Dallas, Texas
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I could feel the cold wind drag my soul away
The coldness,
Stuck to me
As if there were no tomorrow.

Our fates intertwine
How could you?
Let that same coldness into your veins
Piercing your skin
The skin that smelt of death
Every time
You would show it that rusty ol’ razor blade,
Your only friend

Nothing could scare you.
That a blessing?
Or a sick disease that causes
External, unstoppable, bleeding.

You, revealing that bare breast,
Is not the worst thing you could do
Or have done

Secrets are meant to be kept
Darkness!
…it really does fall



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