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Confronting Torture Strength over took in attempts to get free, utilizing all strength hearing the Banshee. Running on spiked boulders among banks of gravel, unreliable my vision in this untaught travel. Reaching a pinnacle I turn to look back, see commotion; run wildly in the black! Suddenly find legs that won’t progress, captured; causing immense distress! Continued struggle to gain myself clear, ended in despair as they impel their spear. Dragging me back to the shelter they’d built, the spirit held hopeful began to wilt. Remembering little subsequent to that time, reality comes later with awareness of the crime. Pain and unjust were spared from my reason, surfacing to clarity during this current season. Spared from sure death in my teenage years, as I face the memories peace often disappears. Healing transpires with unearthed recollection, I persist to attack gaining new direction. |
Additional Notes:
Banshee -A female spirit who wails to warn of impending death.
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