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the sons and daughters of the townsfolk tugged at my hair today.
they kicked, teased, and did enough to leave me limping, bleeding, and broken.
both inside and out.
their words felt like ice clawing up my veins, and no matter how deeply i invested myself with falling asleep, i couldn't get them out of my head.
i'm worthless?
i'm useless?
i'm a monster?
their sneers grow harsher as the weeks go by,
but they always seem to run away before telling me why.
and so i'm often left as a bruised, clueless mess.
by both mother and the townsfolk.
