The crowd is everywhere. Under black and dull clothing lies mechanical monsters, moving as one. Closer and closer I can't even breathe. Covered by shadows, no longer visible. They are tearing me limb from limb.
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The crowd is everywhere. Under black and dull clothing lies mechanical monsters, moving as one. Closer and closer I can't even breathe. Covered by shadows, no longer visible. They are tearing me limb from limb.
She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to...