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stamped
Stamped out from your heart is how you treat me Do you care so little about us About what we shared? Instead you're acting like we never met, two lost little girls finding each other across the country soul sisters maybe something more? but that doesn't matter anymore since I'm wiped clean from your consciousness
enemies
Enemies What does that even mean, really? Every enemy I have now used to be the closest to my heart I could tell you about Evelin Evilin, is how I think of her now She was there for me until I needed her most Then slithered under a rock and never resurfaced
metro
I love being on the bus I'll go on when I have nowhere to go but away, just to see people No, I don't go to see people I go to see their stories, and I go to be a part of them All over the city, maybe the world These people carry me in a back corner of their minds And I know I exist
smudge
Staring into the smudged bathroom mirror, I feel a wave of shock pass over me- instead of the usual dreary face staring back at me, this girl looked alive, feral, like somebody who'd seen things. She had my features, but it was as though somebody else was looking out through my eyes. I stepped out with a new stride, determined to become her.
fabricated
Lies, twisting around me, spinning off my tongue. Perfect at the time, but unraveled by just the right question, just the thing that trips me up, reveals my fabrication, humiliates yet frees me. Why, why do I lie?
bricks
They try to chip away at the wall between us Futiley tugging at the bricks I won't tear it down, though I know they don't actually care However It's nice to pretend sometimes
beware
Beware, they said Beware the girl with the devil's eyes and cloud-soft hair You'll want her She'll need you You'll love her She'll leave you
blasted
Hot air blasts my face the minute I step out of the house. I pause, consider turning back, then realize I have no options other than going through the scorching, lonely desert. Now.
tales
When I was a child, my brother lulled me to sleep with tales of a long-ago, half familiar land, and I sunk into dreams where I was both princess and knight. Those years of imagination and wonder are long past, and I only wish I were able to slip back into my old role as heroine.
terrain
Looking back, I saw she had fallen behind, and ran to grab her, yanking her along behind me, through the thorny bushes, branches whipping our hair- the terrain ahead was rugged, harsh, and our only hope
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