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Deadly This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Inkfingers33, Hatfield, MA

I was nine when it took hold of you,
your brain, your memories.
It was only the first stage
and I did not know about it
at that time.
You were already forgetting some things,
but that was what old people do, right?
Forget things, I mean.
I did not think much of it.
I did not know
that this thing
as it wrapped its deadly fingers around your mind,
would cause me
some pain
years later.
I was twelve when
you started to repeat stories
over and over again:
your parents’ marriage,
your thirteen brothers and sisters,
the town in which you grew up.
I thought that this was what old people did.

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