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Dec 2012
I'm scared.
        Of the next time I
        of the urges that come
I now fear the
more than the
more than the monsters inside
                     my head.
        The screams become
        the tears run
everything blows into
           You look in the mirror,
           see the fear reflected
           in the edge of your
           dancing in the ring
               of your iris.
           The real fear is
             of yourself,
           blade in your hand,
           blood on your arms.
Dani Huffman
Written by
Dani Huffman
   Kendra Hall and Sammi
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