Robbed of Self

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In the hush of night, a shadow lingers

a whispered breath, an echo of fear

the skin, once a sanctuary

now cracked and vulnerable

crimson stains on a tapestry of trust


Fingers that once caressed

now claw through the fabric of innocence

a violent storm

tearing through the quiet

leaving behind the remnants of a shattered soul


Words unspoken

a voice lost in the chaos

the heart, a cage

beating against the bars of memory

each thud a reminder of what was taken





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