This Girl is Me

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This girl is me...but I wear many hats...
no need to list them here...for I must wear them always...
.i cannot see through the mist....but the lurking monster meets my fist....
I love those i protect...but who covers my exposed neck? from the sword of humanity.....
Who can ask humanity of humanity? The mud is thick, but blood still bubbles from it…..
from the muck rises....a thing...what is it?...just a soul, lost without a map. It has been
.....sucked into the abuse that no one can stop….





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