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you sat back and watched her kill herself.
you gave her the knives and a reason.

you called her a coward for never standing up
but you were a fool for always being on your feet.

she's burned and singed in her body,
a ghostly layer of sheets on the surface.

the reflection was your everything and your only,
hers was a taunt and a smirk from your direction.

she was the brave one.
and you made her dead.