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                                  when i look at her, i think i might vomit. 

      it’s odd. i never thought this would happen again. it seems the past has a sick
          way of reminding me of what we are. has that ever happened to you?

                         ……..never mind. i won’t make you bring it up.

      i’m glad you responded to my last letter. i was worried you really did die.
      it’s good to speak with you again, after so long. i would have written sooner,
      but i was asleep. still, i’m waking up and i think i’m actually still asleep.
      seeing that girl, i feel like i’m in  a nightmare. now, the thing about nightmares    

                                                      …they end. 

      this? i don’t know what to call it. it’s like a shadow, slowly about to gobble me up.
         i can’t tell when, how, or even if it’s there. all i know is that i feel anxious.
            i feel bitter   aggravated? maybe. like a scrape you don’t want to pick.
               i feel it all over. i feel like scratching away at my throat, i think…
                                         ………………………………………………
                                          i think i know. yeah, i know now. 
                                                            that girl. 

                                 she’s a lot like me, when i was a human.