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As I look around myself

I see 4 figures

Split up evenly in gender



I turn - first to a guy whom..

His face is shadowed, his eyes are dark

The love that he once held for me..

Dead. Faded slowly into the drifting winds..



Turning again, I see

A woman.

Poised to turn and walk away

Her back turned towards me

Her feelings for me are also..

Dead. Thrown into the ocean, slowly diffusing through the water



I turn again and I see..

A guy whose eyes have bled

Scars reopened then patched up again

His arms opened to me

He loves me.



I turn yet again to find..

A weeping girl

Who thinks she's alone

Whose tears have soaked her hands

And my heart.

She loves me.



I turn one final time

And see myself..

She looks like me

But something's amiss...



She's bleeding from her scars

She holds a dagger

A grin is visible upon her face

This girl is not me...



I close my eyes and open them again

I am alone in my room once more...