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The Girl I Used To Be

The girl I used to be

Now follows me

Wherever I go

Down the street

Into the store

Everywhere.

 

I can’t escape her

She judges me

Tortures me

With my own memories

My nightmares

Will I ever be free?

 

She doesn’t make a sound

But her presence is enough

The thoughts

The emotions

The broken

I can feel it all

 

Cascading off her figure

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