It has been a while since I had a look at myself in the mirror. My wonky legs, my potatoe stomach, my pale blue skin. It has been a while since I looked at the shell of the chaos that is inside. I greet the day. My eyes, my mouth, my brain screams out the call of help. And then I wake and dress my self and pretty my self and walk out into the rain. And I do look as bad as always.
I chant my prayers on my way; I am pious and I am righteous and thus thou shall not sacrifice me. I shall speak out and my words shall be my weapons. And my shield will get stronger with every step I make on mother earth that is no more a mother to me than the walls in my house are not home.
But I know, I know my piety shall not protect me from the darkness. Whatever the conditions of my sacrifice shall be, I wish to know my wrongdoings. It will not give me time to recover or evaluate my steps perhaps but it will be enough to know who to thank and who to curse. Because I have been subject to opression of your minds and verbal judgements, I shall bow my head and accept the verdict a second before I lose it.
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