I gaze into the mirror
And see him standing there
His eyes not looking at me but down
I notice his arms are cut. The cuts deep
Scarlet blood streams down his arms dripping off his fingers
Carpet stained red
He looks up at me. Into my eyes, into my soul
His eyes stern, tear breeching his eyes
His blood is my blood
His mind is my mind
His body is my body
"Please… please don't become me." He says, voice soft and in
pain
Then he collapses. In his own blood he dies.
Sweating… Tears in my eyes, I wake up.
Thoughts confused…all I hear in my head is what he said…what I said
"Please… please don't become me."
 
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