I look away and they run at me in my peripheral vision,
They’re relentless and I’m wondering what I did to piss them off,
One after another trickling in but I look up and nothing’s there.
No weapons on me but it wouldn’t have made a difference,
My screams stand no chance against their motivations,
And it’s uncertain if I’d even fight back to save my life.
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