[Written somewhere around 2016]
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You.
I used to pity you. I used to feel something in me ache— yes, actually ache— for you. Because I saw what they did, what they took and it wasn't hard to see that their actions cut you pretty deep.
It never once occurred to me to wonder if they did the right thing; it didn't matter if perhaps it was you that was the problem and that maybe, just maybe you had it coming. All I ever saw was a girl hurting, a girl who lost the two things she'd have thought would last a lifetime.
And I didn't even know you then.
But I know you now.
And lord, are you the embodiment of poison. Poison!
I don't understand — I truly don't.
How can you, who's been through something that cracks the ground beneath your feet wide open, go ahead and do the exact same thing to someone else? To me? I do not understand.
Does it make you feel powerful, to be able to inflict the pain on another which was once inflicted upon you? Do you think it gives you an air of superiority?
I am trying to be soft these days. I am trying— god, am I trying to be gentle. To envelope myself in blankets of compassion.
But I want to let myself fall today. To let myself be weak. To just, for a while, give in to the rage that's been burning these bones of mine.
You are not superior. You are weak. You are cold. And above all, you will fall.
Not now. No, now you will win. You will hurt me the way they hurt you and you will soar with stolen grace and borrowed wings. But, oh, you will fall.
All monsters eventually do.
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