The Line

A girl sleeps on my bed; a stranger with my face. I knew her once but now not sure.
She says she is me; I know she is not.
She meets me at places she is never meant to be, awake with people she never meant to see
Traces of blood beneath her nails, drawn every time she claws her self
Thriving on destruction, most often her own, calling out my name she says “Don’t hate yourself, you never saw the line you crossed”

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Author: That Nerd Girl

The contradicting two faced Gemini. Loves books, bikes, Metallica, chai, binge watching series, tattoos, discotheques, high heels, sweatshirts, cricket, soft toys, superheroes and peacock feathers. Dreams about owing the Beast's library. Cries every-time during Lord of the Rings. Has an opinion on everything.

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