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This poem is dedicated to a close friend of mine, we share a similar past and present. This is for him.

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Looking into the mirror,
I see him looking back at me.


I don't know how he is,
But I know who he is.


He is the lust,
The Hate,
That is inside me.


He is the scars on my body,.
I know him all to well,

He has me under his spell.
After I eat,

He tells me to throw up,
Or to not eat at all.


If it was a bad day,
He says,
"Hey, it's ok.
Pull the blade across the skin,
Let your self-hate in."


As hard as I try,
I cannot fight.


I see you my friend,
Fake laugh and smile.


Trying to make it a while,
I know he holds you close as well.


Me and you are more a like then we think.


Together, we shall defeat him.
Together, we shall escape our Hell.

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