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Desert and crows that changed me
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Ongoing, First published Sep 28, 2022
I kept wondering myself what do they want and if it's going to be alright or is it going to be where I'll end up while I didn't choose to be there. They became much more around  and all my head was telling me to do was to run and escape the view because it believed it was not for the best to stare much, because all what these creatures will understand and see and sense is my fear towards them which will give them the motive to attack me and prey on me, which in fact what happened, they formed nothing more than scars all around my face and my body which I believed I no longer had the ability to stand and fight them back nor do I have the voice to shout and scream and push them away, I didn't capture them as creatures attacking me, all I depicted that they were the people I gave them the chance to cause me harm and hurt and leave for me no other chance but to give up and let go... but the question is did it last for long, or was there another forge to drift and run through?

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