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Oct 2015
"Get up"
"No"
She opened the curtains
I tried to fight off the light

"Get up"
"No"
She dragged away the duvet
I curled up against the cold

"Get up"
"No"
She pulled the black cloth from the mirror
I screamed at her to stop

But it was too late
There it was
The face
My face
But not my face
A happy face
Smooth under the eyes
Perfect nails
Clean wrists
I couldn't breathe
It was choking me
My eyes hurt
Was I crying?
There were no tears
There was no water
Left
In my body
Its body was smooth
Its body was perfect
Its body was healthy
And so was its mind
Swords and Roses
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Swords and Roses  Land of Hobbits
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