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Seething
Rip me to pieces and feed me to the wolves, aorta spilling the life to the floor, the pain is beyond comprehension, my life restored, so you can hurt me forevermore. My voice is silenced, no screams to ignore, pleads to stop the violence, but the voice falls short. No way to run, can't stop the wolf, can't kill the bitch, I'm shackled to the floor, hopelessness sets in like the shadow on the wall, accepting my new life as the pariah, the hate is now the norm.
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