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her

“Who is she?”, I ask myself as I notice her red lips and her rosy cheeks
Her brown eyes and her coffee hair
Why can I never escape her, no matter where I go?
Her beauty scared me. Was she a monster?
Even with no makeup, she somehow always drew my eyes to her.
I wish I could look at her without wanting to be her.
Do I love her or do I envy her?
Or do I perhaps, hate her?
Maybe, it’s just the right mix of all three.
She’s the sun and she’s the moon.
She’s the sky and she’s the almighty.
Why did everybody love her and not me?
Why did everybody want her and not me?
I just can’t stand her now.
It can either be her or me.
Today, when I see her, the thought of wanting to destroy her is all I can hear.
All I see is red when I see her.
Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.
Shatter her. Shatter her. Shatter her.
I don’t know. Should I?
When she stands in front of me,
I grab the closest thing to me that I know will surely kill her.
It’s a knife. A sharp one.
I can’t think. I must.
I don’t even hesitate.
Off goes the knife.
But fuck,
The mirror broke.

-pearl.

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a/n: guess who's back from the dead?