Defeated - Poem by Shadow Vanity
A soft sigh of defeat resounds threw the room as she slowly bleeds out. She thinks to her self. I should be use to this pain. It's not like this is the first time I've been hurt like this. A dull throbbing sensation spreads threw out her entire body. Looking at herself her hands tremble with an intensity. Looking at her body she would look fine.... until you look at her back. Sticking out of her back would be a knife. (meteorically) Once again she has been stabbed in the back. Once again she would lose another person she thought was close to her.
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