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Dec 2024
Strong footsteps echo throughout the cold halls of my empty home
These footsteps carry malice and ignorance
Emotions only a monster could hold in his tone
I’m petrified of this rich beast
But I can only sit by his side and smile
Once I sit, I feel defeat
My inner morals are crushed
They’re squashed until they can’t be heard anymore
Nothing can be said to heal what was torn
cinnamongirl
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cinnamongirl  15/F
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