Conversations with the Mirror *part one*
By Shashama
Ah! Thy blade! Tis far to precious for thine hands What becomith of thy courage? Dost thou not wishith to use thy blade? Yet thine hand darest not move To cut thy frail skin Thine eyes strayith from thy wrist Canst thou not cut thine self? Not even one cut, canst thou make Pain is thy enemy Pain is thy fear Not one cut Must thou be so weak? *Yes, yes I must be so weak* Dost thou lie to thine own reflection? * I do not lie, not to you* I am youTo be continued....bum bum bum.... Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 12:48 PM PST, Shayla Carter 10 • 0
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"Ah! Thy blade!..."