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Poetry

I am a poem. I wonder how it will end. I hear the investigation reports. I see the evidence. I want to be solved. I am a murder case.

I am the Victim

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by TheZombieCow

by TheZombieCow

I am afraid

I wonder why he chose me

I hear a city bellow

I see the others around me

I want to feel free

I am imprisoned

I pretend he's not there

I feel his eyes on me

I touch cold steal

I worry about what happened to them

I cry at the pain

I am tortured

I understand his greed

I say his name

I dream of the comforts of home

I try to plead

I hope for this pain to end

I am free