protect us
I'm eyeing have folded inside, my skin has craned, and my body has shrunk. I heard the scream and the sound of a broken heart, but I couldn't help. My hands were tight. I cried until my tears turned into a dog's wine. They were standing in front of me. I was already threatened by faces. I tried to escape, but they kept dragging me into a well. Nobody came to untie me. We escape from the hands of the devil. From dark forests to our beautiful jungles, the waterfalls we clear as the sky, but they turn into our lives to be streams of blood. They didn't even recognize us. They promised to protect us, but they decided to make our toys their own. © All Rights Reserved
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