AlterEgo 


Unmoved she sat in solitariness wrapped in self imposed seclusion .Choking and crumpling within widening and contracting heart walls by  woeful reflections.


Her body was high on weed and fever which she caught last weekend when she tried to drown in the english channel.
The water beneath  had turned red with the drops oozing from her wrist through a cut ,tiny compared to the deep scars on hands and soul.
Today her alter ego stood comforting her in psychic  hallucinations   and the consciousness  deceased, making her fall  to the traps inside  an imaginary world.

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