I saw her take the razor
And plead for her skin to bleed.
I heard them say she stinks
But i smelt nothing but brokenness
I heard them say she is a begger
But i only saw her soul beg for a saviour.
I yearned to say something.
To tell her the razor was not the answer.
Only, how could reassure her when my arm had scars identical to hers.
She laughed but i could sense her pain.
It is the same laugh i have.
The girl from the toilet suddenly asked me.
Aren't you the girl from the closet?
I walked away...
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