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When I was younger

you once told me

When you were younger

all your dreams had been nightmares

and all your nightmares had been filled

with wolves hunting

you through the forest

You were plagued by migraines

for decades

 

and now it's my turn

When I was younger

we were never out of the woods

we were never in the clear

and now it's my turn

 

I am older

and so are

you

 

Maybe they were really right

but they chose the wrong words

And we are truly the same

tied together by invisible strings

trespassing age, time and blood

I was always the only one

who listened

who felt

who loved

 

you.