Bated breath, gritted teeth, fingers curved like claws. I run and run away in my mind but I always come face-to-face with the monster that haunts my mind as it flits through various levels of consciousness.
There it is again! A flash of a grin, a glimpse of long, dark hair.
For all I care, I could be staring into a reflection but really, I'm gazing into the depths of my own soul.
Save me from myself, show me how to care.
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