I know this girl. She's so lost. She runs. She hides. She's so afraid. Her problem that many do not see is she's armored herself up with lies. For years, compelled to lie as her defense. She cries to me every night, in the bathroom, "I do not know myself anymore." She says to me in the portal of my unseen kingdom. She no longers knows herself. Tears stain her pale face every night, and her red puffy eyes sorrowfully stares at my own mournful look. As one we ask the one question on her heart, "What is truth?"

I so hurt for this girl, stowing me away in a corner. The past she wasn't willing to see making the border I was not to cross. Together, we made a wonderful team. I was the joy she'd not allow herself to have. The lover she'd not allow herself to be. The healer she'd never be at this rate. "How long?" she asks me, but that was my question to her... How long was she to run around like a dog chasing her tail? The answer is not elsewhere, we know it together. But, she pretends to have not ever seen what true love is. Those bloody eyes from gouging them out could not be seen by her, she thinks she sees. But, I know better... the busted eardrums spilling forth blood, she thinks she hears, but she can't.

As one, we hear the heartbeat making one subtle cry, "...Help me...Help me...Help me... We're drowning in lies... We're drowning... help." Who will hear our heartfelt cry? Who will heed us? I can no longer reason with her... her mind is wild and raging. A fire that has no control... the forest is threatened, the creatures run... and men, women, and children are trying to put it out... But to no avail... The girl we were as one is gone. And only ONE can help us now, if He will ever heed our cry.

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