I'm pressured into the altercation, already encircled, no where to go. it's like the walls are closing in on me, too quick for me to register what I must do.
Closer they get ever so close, I try stay focused the voice inside my head is far to strong, I tremble Infront of thee. My palms are drenched, my breathing is out of control. I plant myself to the ground like a final stand is about to take place.
I'm trapped with no escape, I must fight my way to the freedom I've been craving, yet I'm beat down, pinned to the floor whilst a stampede cruelly runs over the top of me. Broken. Blooded. I try to pick myself of the damp, freezing floor. Yet the weakness sets in and I lay there instead.
I was beat down that day, no reason other than the hatred of others consumed there brains and me being the victim, has become a much different person, a darker, twisted version of what they know me to be.
The anger within me, isn't something to take lightly. It's darker than the demonic lair's that exist around us, it's much, much more sinister.
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