You miss me. You pretend not to. But I know you do. Because you still take out my kunai, my ANBU cloak. You stand in front of the mirror, swathed in it. And I stand, always, with you. You still can't see me.

You miss me. You pretend not to. But I know you do. Because you still take out my kunai, my ANBU cloak. You stand in front of the mirror, swathed in it. And I stand, always, with you. You still can't see me.
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