[Nothing. Nothing at all. It looks away again, looking for another stick to break; nothing. It swallows thickly, reaching down anyway, and...not straightening up. Its voice is hoarse as Sissi, with her damned prying, pushes it to the root of the problem;]
They made me Enslaved me Made him a part of me I should move on But what's beyond? What am I supposed to be?
no subject
They made me
Enslaved me
Made him a part of me
I should move on
But what's beyond?
What am I supposed to be?