Alice is my other half. She is the side of me that all the men in my life thought they loved, then they met the real me, and they left. Michael isn't talking to me anymore. Because of a poem I posted on facebook. Arwen, I miss you. I'm so scared, of these people, this place, and myself. Alice protects me. Alice comes and she lets me hide away inside. People love Alice, she's fun, sexy, flirtatious. I'm not. I'm broken. Sometimes Alice forces her way in, some times I call her and she's not there. Sometimes I need to cut to bring her to me. Then she comes.
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