Wolves of my past.

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I close my eyes and I see them.
The wolves that circle me.
Hunting me.
I'm their prey.

There's no way to run.
My breath gets heavier and they start biting at me,
Pulling on me.

I feel a hand on my throat.
Someone is choking me.
I can't breath.
I can't breath.
I can't breath.

My skin is on fire and every touch is like razor blade on my skin.

Blood dripping.

I'm a prey.
I lost my value the second you took you're first bite at me.

You ruined me.
You left your mark on me and got away with it.
I never held you accountable.

I suffered in silent.

I'm the leftovers you left behind.

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