The Enemy.

The enemy.

She scares the hell out of me.
She threatens to hurt me every day. She holds sharp objects
close to me.
She makes me feel like
I want to run away from her.
But she always follows me. She just never leaves.
Sometimes I want to kill her, she’s that bad. I lay in bed at night, terribly afraid that she’s going to do something bad to me.

But I can’t get away. I’m stuck with her no matter what.


Because I’m talking about myself.

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