They saw my kindness,
They saw my weakness,
They saw my blood,
The blood was mine, yet they still called me the villain,
I screamed,
I shouted— these were their only memories,
A pile of junk is what I gathered,
A child's fight is what they figured,
Help is what I pleaded,
Monster is what they labeled me,
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Short StoryAn emotional moment changes plans in a blink of a second. "short stories" written by me, Each story focuses on a different characters.
