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07
Black leaves crumble under guarded claws; bright eyes gaze benevolently.
You feel your soul warm immediately, you feel loved. You feel at home.
No.
You refuse to call this prison your home.
Those kind eyes swell with knowing pity.
She knows. But so do you.
Your rebel act will rot you from within.
Slowly.
Till only a husk remain, another toy, another trophy, left alone, left discarded.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ,
sᴏ ᴡʜʏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ?
̶W̶̶h̶̶y̶ ̶f̶̶i̶̶g̶̶h̶̶t̶ ̶M̶̶e̶̶?̶