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I saw a girl on the bus today. She looked so familiar. I kept looking and looking and thinking and thinking. And then it hit me. It was me, younger me.
So I went and sat with her. We chatted for a while, her name was Emily and that made me smile. She didn't recognise me, but why would she? I had different hair, different eyes and a different name. I wasn't her anymore.
She began telling me about school. She said she liked it, but I could see in her eyes that she didn't. I knew from memory that she didn't.
We talked for a long time, about her evil stepdad and her baby brother and guiding. Eventually though my stop rolled around. So I had to say goodbye. But before I left I turned back to her and told her what I always wished someone would say to me.
"I love you Emily, things will get better and you will live on."