She comes in many names, or so she claimed to be. People knew her with one, but that's not who she is. Her name, that they knew, was burned into ashes.
or locked; so deep inside her heart, she doesn't want to recall.
She likes to be the little fire, to be playful and appears harmless, but could burn anyone that comes too close. Rarely, she'll show a happy person, laughing out loud at almost everything. In a different name, she likes to not exist, to only observe everything from a far, taking mental notes to everything she saw.
There's an animal inside of her, which, of course, she labeled with a name, too. Under that name she feast on people's fear, especially the fear of herself. Then, there will comes a time, many times, where she could wet her pillow with tears, with her mind blank and blood on her razor blade, without purpose she continues weeping.
It's funny looking at her from afar, like tasting on different taste of bottled up jams.
and
people said she could just be herself
but which was it?
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