I feel cold
I feel fear all over me
I feel stares, some dirty, some confused.
I feel the guilt rise until it reaches my whole body.
I feel expose,
expose to sin and veniality. I wait for them to eat me alive.
I am naked.
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Poetry|Highest Ranking #51 in Poetry| ~COMPLETED~ I'll be writing poems here and you can make requests and I'LL DO MY BEST to make them into poems. :) -Sasha
