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Seraphina

They stand for nothing.

They're lifeless and cold.

They push us towards our misery. But anything they say, will never break our pure heart of gold, no matter what.

Admit it or not, but one doesn't bow down to the monsters.

Just like when you're standing on the edge, so young and hopeless with demons inside your head. There is no one to hold you or protect you, instead you fight, why?

Because you're the brightest color of the dark.

I choked out a harsh scream and slid down against the wall, letting the heavy tears run down on my cheeks. My body trembled as I recalled the events that unfolded earlier.

"He got hurt, because of me."

I had never cried, not even when they both raped me, again and again until I dropped unconscious. It never took a toll on me. Not, when I landed back in the hands of my stepfather who ripped my already ruptured innocence apart once again. Not, when he smashed his alcoholic bottles on my head.

"He bled out because of me. Me?!"

My shaking hands flew t