"Him"

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One day he showed up,
He reached out to me.
No one knew him, he was alone,
Wouldn't tell me his name.
Said he was a friend,
He gained my trust,
And sought out my weakness.
He offered me a blade,
Since he was my friend, I took it,
He wanted me to use it,
Told me to do it for him.
Over and over again,
He watched as I destroyed my skin.
Wasn't until now, that I realized,
It was all in my head,
And there is no him...

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