In her gut,
Was bitterness she chewed.
Hidden between her eyes,
Were scars that made her vexed.
She bore thoughts,
She nurtured them—deadly.
At the verge of her hatred,
She murdered her conscience,
Slaughtering the ghost
That killed her mind space.
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 8:45 AM UTC
In her gut,
Was bitterness she chewed.
Hidden between her eyes,
Were scars that made her vexed.
She bore thoughts,
She nurtured them—deadly.
At the verge of her hatred,
She murdered her conscience,
Slaughtering the ghost
That killed her mind space.
She is a warrior, not just a nobody
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