Alone

February 7, 2020

They deconstruct me until there is nothing left,

Feeding from my skin,

Torturing me until I can’t feel,

Looking down,

I am unchanged,

But I am being twisted,

Swiftly,

They break me down,

Remove my core,

And breath my breathe,

I am not alone,

I was never alone.

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