Continuation of Friday, 23rd September
"You're a fucking slut. Go back to hell, satan."
That's what most people think of me.
But they're too afraid to say it to my face.
I hear whispers and murmurs whenever I enter a room. I'm bombarded with words sharper than a knife, and I feel my heart barricade itself, preparing for the attack.
And there's nothing I can do to them. I don't know them and they don't know me.
But they act like they do.
That's what this entire race does. Act.
They act on instinct, impulse and anger.
They lie and lie until you can't trust them.
They cheat and destroy and kill and murder and rape and steal and create war.
They are just destruction.
And they need something to destroy.
So they decide to shatter my heart. And I decide to keep it together, taping it together - binding it, with my tears.
But one day,
It won't be enough.
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