And it will revive the nightmaire again seeing him walking in the streets freely, with the same sly look, and he will make you feel that same panic and fear of your own damn shadow that is following you again.
And you don't have the right to speak,
because if you open your mouth they will probably blame you, they will probably say it happened because of what you were wearing, or because you were walking alone.
They will believe all the reasons to blame you, and will deny all the reasons to blame him.
- until it happens to you, you dont know how it feels.
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Soft Poetry.
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