Not a victim, not ashamed. Not a monster, still to blame. Vicious cycles broken men. Cold waves crash over them. Burned by the ice of your touch; rendered hollow by your clutch. Just a hole, no warmth in me. The chilling tide forever tormenting me. No more victims, not again. No more pain, no tears shed. I’ll bleed from you the strength I need to burn your kind like you did me.
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