Shiver - Poem by Natasha Kalashnikova
Since childhood I have been different. I have not taken pleasure in what all others have. Since my years began to grow, I have taken my innocence and made it His. Never once was I sheltered, I could never call them by name. Since my teen years, I have been a rebel; stealing, hurting, touching, passion, one night, is all I have. My innocence is gone - and I can't take it back. Yet, I do not want it back. I want to stay like this - cold, distant, and evermore. When the child's absence is taken, they turn into It. The sorrowful cries; begging and asking why. They won't stop until you are gone; alive or dead. The heart will shrink and the eyes will go black. They will be what They created: A wounbed child.
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