You were supposed to be a leader.
My savior.
But then you spout ugly words.
Acid flew from you mouth in waves, tearing apart the shell of the person I thought you were.
There was nasty a animal underneath, clawing and ripping at my skin.
And the leader was no more.
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A leader
You were supposed to be a leader.
My savior.
But then you spout ugly words.
Acid flew from you mouth in waves, tearing apart the shell of the person I thought you were.
There was nasty a animal underneath, clawing and ripping at my skin.
And the leader was no more.