The Struggle
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I'm the one you see in the halls. You wonder who I am , as soon as I am out of your sight, you forget who I am...not like you ever knew me.
When you see me , you recognize me , but never believe who I am. I may be 'The Struggle'. So it is was they call her. So likely i am she who moves so swiftly in the dark , fights back for those whom are innocent, also proves the innocence of those who don't look it.
You may call me a freak, you say i'm quiet, you say i'm odd. So beautiful , but never speaks. Though you don't know that I've saved your life or the life of someone you love, the motto of 'The Struggle' ... "Never speak to the lives you've saved,for you will bring them a cluster of bad luck" . The last person i spoke to after i saved ... oh such a fool i was. Who was it ? you ask. That doesn't matter. What happened ? You continue. Questions is all you have but after the answer is learned , it is always forgotten. But not with me.
'The Struggle' is what they call me. As i conclude my story in a matter of time, the reason , story and meaning behind my name will be revealed.
Just know , when my story is learned, you will never forget it , you will never forget me, you will never forget what i did , or who i was , neither will he.
I am Samantha Malefica , i am 'The Struggle'
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