Ella- The House Maid
I was stolen... my identity
so maliciously
gruesomely
regrettably
by the ones who claim to care for me
I am a slave to the system in which I call my family
in which the only key I have
is the remains of my fathers decency
clothes and dusting shovel through my mentality
in which happiness is no given dignity
Ella has become my sovereignty
but magic is no common presency
for a house maid unfortunately
who is stripped of any authority
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