Karla

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            “They said, go to hell—
            but darling… where do you think I came from?”
            
            I remember the night I stopped being human.
            The moon was full—too bright, too cruel.
            It watched me bleed the truth while the world pretended not to see.
            They said I died.
            The funny thing is, death never touched me.
            What touched me was betrayal.
            Love that promised forever and flinched at the cost.
            Hands that held mine… and let go when it mattered most.
            I learned something that night—
            pain is honest.
            People are not.
            I wore innocence once. Soft. Fragile.
            Now I wear smiles sharp enough to cut through devotion.
            I learned how to cry without tears.
            How to love without mercy.
            They think I am buried.
            Locked away by time.
            A mistake long forgotten.
            If only they knew.
            Time remembers everything.
            Blood remembers more.
            And now—
            there is another.
            A familiar face wrapped in a heartbeat.
            Untouched. Unbroken. Still believing in love.
            She walks where I was destroyed.
            She breathes the air that burned my lungs.
            She trusts the same fate that betrayed me.
            They will see her and feel it.
            Confusion. Recognition. Desire.
            A pull they cannot explain.
            Let them wonder.
            Let them fall.
            Let them swear she is different.
            Because when the past returns wearing innocence—
            the future always pays the price.
            And when she finally bleeds,
            they’ll remember who I am.
            
            “Why should I apologise for the monster I’ve become?
            No one ever apologised for making me this way.”