16 April 2012

A person stands before me.

She looks faintly familiar, Like someone I once knew But forgot about.

She stares ahead blankly, Her eyes not blinking. She seems confused, Bewildered.

Hello? I call to her. Who are you? I say.

She takes a step backwards, Afraid.

I watch her. How she walks, How she shrinks away from me, How she's so young and naive.

I recognise her now.

She's me.

Or at least, Who I used to be.

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