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When I asked to be your friend
you looked at me with disdain,
but I could see your pain.
I know how lonely you were
as you watched your friends die out.
One by one they morphed and changed
You saw their metamorphosis into husks into what they were
How did it feel being the last?
Did you realize that lying to yourself sounded better
than looking at your reflection
and accepting that
nothing will be the same.
Your hope faded and
so did (y)our Soul Jams
Did the Witches tell you
I was coming?
Did they tell you
you would be replaced?
I understand you
like no one can.
The Witches cannot understand you
but how can a Cookie?
How can your past rival,
Ancient,
Hero,
Soulmate…?
new love,
come with you as one?
You look at your reflection in the mirror,
you see you.
You look at your reflection in (y)our Soul Jam,
you see us,
a collage of Cookies
into one.
I love you,
but when I came and confronted you
about the destruction you caused.
Entailed.
Forced.
Puppeteered.
I could not find you the next day
or the next
or the next.
When I found you,
lamenting back in Black Raisin Cookie’s village
you looked at me with pain.
”I am horrible! How could you love me?”
you said.
It must have hurt to look at yourself
and accept that you are bad.
Destructive.
Liar.
Beast.
If you had never done anything wrong,
how would you be a Cookie?
You’d be a husk.
Shell.
Doll.
Fake.
Even I had done bad things,
I, Pure Vanilla Cookie,
has done bad deeds?
How could you imagine such a thing?
Was it hard?
Unfathomable?
Foreign?
Unbearable?
To realize that I, too, had been a bad Cookie?
Did it shatter your perception of me?
I know it’s hard
but we have to accept it someday.