I closed my eyes and she appeared to me. The girl I used to be.
Dark eyes, red with tear streaked cheeks. Bags that showed all the weight of the
World keeping her up at night. Long sleeves to cover the stories that burned
In her chest, aching to get out. She stood there just beyond the dark. As if she could see
Through every inch of me. The dark hallow hole starting to take form of the space
In my chest where my heart is. Behind my eyes that were beginning to strain
From attempts to hold back the seas. I looked at her wearily, in a way of defeat and fear.
Confused to see her and scared to let myself understand why she was coming into focus.
Closer and closer she got, the darkness following as the light behind me slowly dimmed.
Being engulfed by the deep dark surrounding this figure I thought was so far in my past.
Each step closer to me hurt more. For the young child who was so broken.
For the pain she brought with every inch. My head grew heavy, my will to fight
Grew thin. As she stepped, one foot in front of the other until I could feel the breath of the
Past brushing against my skin. One more step and our oh so similar, yet incredibly
Different souls meshed into one. One last second before I knew, once again the pain had won.

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