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In an attempt to reconnect to the world, Yuma writes poems and short stories. At the young age of 19, she met her tragic fate. Being strong-willed, she won't stay on such fate. She's the hunter, venture her thoughts, through this story, she will guide you how she hunts for the truth.
"Who are you, Yuma?" Ms. Sawyer asked
I replied, "I am 'truth' as no one will tell me one."
"What on earth are you saying?"
"I told you who am I, why won't you?"
In that moment, Ms. Sawyer's face stiffen. She looked at me with those amber eyes of hers with pity as if I've gone mental. But, I saw it--a hint of guilt. Just as I thought, she is one of those animals. Wait for me.
Then she left my room saying, "Get some rest, I'm sure your meds are making you dizzy."
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Ms. Sawyer the Lion
Run, little lion
Through the lands that the sunlight reaches
You call it your kingdom
That gazelle can't hide as the night is short
Delicious gazelles you hunt aimlessly
Now you fell in the hunter's trap