im beaten with a bat.
it plumets my small round figure
but before i can even react
im thrown into a crowd of people.
most of whom would risk their lives
to catch me if i fall.
but before long
they're the ones who beat me.
and the old abusers have become my friend.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 10:18 PM UTC
im beaten with a bat.
it plumets my small round figure
but before i can even react
im thrown into a crowd of people.
most of whom would risk their lives
to catch me if i fall.
but before long
they're the ones who beat me.
and the old abusers have become my friend.
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