I thought I already drowned,but it was too late.
two claws clutched onto my shoulders,maybe it was a shark. That thought was saint.
No, it was the man who broke my soul, who pushed his flesh in me with no consent,
consent is supposed to be important and virtual but we see people take it and create it to be a haunt and torment.
i gave it one last try, the last try to life but I found it hard to continue with a broken soul.
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Author:
Samreen Chowdhury (Pseudonym) (
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