First Death


I had died my first death

On a day between September and October

This is how it goes:

 

It was night time

The moon gloomed outside with the stars

The street was silent that the whipping of the wind seems loud

All throughout, it was pretty scary

It would be a perfect scene for a murder

They shot me with curses, accusations, and judgment directly on my head

All throughout, it was traumatic

They tied my arms with chains of disgrace and pulled out my heart for being loud

The monster inside me was violently screaming and it hurts

It was not the first time but it always feels like

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First Death

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