Seven.

I dreamt that I was seven again
and it gave my heart such peace,
to remember being back at that age
before I turned into the beast;
the savage who left ashes in her wake
and brought everything to ruins,
she was incapable of healing
with  no control of her undoing,
the freak who relentlessly destroyed
yet hurt herself as she played,
depleting her heart that once felt love
before eight came and took it all away.

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