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Dec 2020
It.
There’s a small voice screaming.
Begging.
Crying.

It sits on the floor,
Legs pressed to its chest
Screams.

Blood starts to run down its arms,
Never did I notice.
How could I miss such detail.

It’s dying.
Begging for its life.
Hoping for another chance.
But it never would.

The deed is done.
Today was the day, she stopped caring. Recklessness invades and it’s time to listen.
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
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