She sees people, snickering, smirking
Mocking her poor little self; but she's
Unaware of all the things they want from her
They want her Sweat.
She hears voices, annoying, irritating
They're inside her head; engulfing her; but she's
Unaware of all the things they want from her
They want her Tears.
She feels hands crawling on her bare back
Clawing at her, scratching her body; but still
She's unaware of all the things they want from her
They want her Blood.
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Love,
Anshara.❤
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