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Monster
Monster, how should I feel.
I start to run away.
Away from everything.
But they caught me.
They caged me, bruised me, and broke me.
They tumbled closer, then they stole me.
It was silent pain.
I scrubbed.
I scrubbed and scrubbed until I was numb.
I'm still so dirty.
It's disgusting.
I hate myself.
They chained me to the wall.
First, my wrists, then my ankles.
I was bleeding.
A blood drop came out of my eye.
Then a red, clear tear.
I trembled.
The room was quiet.
The cuts stopped bleeding.
I stopped crying.
Is anybody out there?
I want to know.
