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Pennies and scars

I'm scared to lose you- not to another life form with the title of "best friend", but to your own hand. I love you- as a sister, a best friend, as a soulmate. Your my dirty hippy. You've been through the halls and all the bullshit of high school. You've seen me bleed, you've seen me cry.
This isn't a guilt trick: although I must confess I hope it sways your heart a bit. I know your intent isn't to hurt me or anyone close, but I can't help but be pained.