The Things That Hide In My Heart

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She sits in a worn down, black chair

With a knife in her hand

There is a bowl in front of her

Just a plain earthenware bowl

Sitting directly across from her is another girl about the same age

She stares

And the girl stares back

She blinks

So does she because

The other girl is just a reflection of herself

She raises the blade

Still staring at her luminescent reflecton

She is ready to strike

To spill the ruby red drops of her life on to the hard brown wood of the table

But then she takes a closer look into the the mirror

And sees a small seed of strength

Inside of her warm grey eyes

She realizes at that she doesnt need this

She can work through this

Without

The

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