When i saw you,
I gazed upon myself,
myself so long ago,
it hurt so much,
to see such innocence,
you're heading for the slaughter,
stop,
turn back,
dont let them get you,
dont let them take your soul,
dont become another me.
-from the end of the book Guitar girl by Sarra Manning
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