A poem, this is
Ever feeling the oppresive presence that hovers over me, just wishing that this repressive curtain would lift. blood and gore everywhere, leaving debree here and there. every day feels so short, yet the shadow is so still.
Day 12: Weapon
I muttered after the oppresive silence became unbearable. the disappointment in those honest green orbs, made me avert my gaze, shame flooding my heart.
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