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Spare me

those psych 'ol labels,

i'm no more schize than most.



Bree is

no imaginary playmate,

no overactive pituitary,

no alter ego, moving n.

Hers is the face I wear.



treeling the riptide,

fathomless oceans where

good girls drown.



Besides,

even good girls have secrets,

ones thier best friends

must guess.



Who do

they turn to on lonely

moon-shadowed sidewalks?

I'd love to hear them confess.

Who do they become when

night descends,

a cool puff of smoke

and

vampires come out to

party.