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One day I will not look over my shoulder just to make sure that

You're not following me like a shark, like a predator, a praying mantis

Awaiting the demise of its prey, the hour to strike.

I will walk untouched, unstained by jeers and words that

Poison me and send me deeper into this hell that you've

Created for me to lock myself within.



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