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Mar 25
There is a gnawing felling within.
I isolate myself because of it.

I shy away,
I look down and i stay quiet.

My conscious is my sword but the hands that wield it aren't mine.
I know very well why.

Give me my sword back!

And I shall put an end to these wretched demons.
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Nicholas  21/M
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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