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‘Help’ I pleaded



I remember those claws on my skin scratching my flesh they were treating me like a trash bin I couldn't voice my screams those iron rods through me those bruises that buried me beneath my own kin I fought harder But they had killed my laughter I couldn't shake off the feeling of those fingers on me the wounds open and bleeding I couldn't flee of those past memories and flinch away of those horrific stories to rid myself of the sins I have not committed 'Help' I pleaded
Kshitika AtriLast Seen: Mar 24, 2023 @ 8:02am 8MarUTC

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