Emptiness in my head transforms into a mischievous little bitch telling me to cry.  

Unloved inner-self and judged inner-child have taken away my pride.  

I have been left with nothing but lies. 

Misconceptions like war crimes keep multiplying. 

I am internally crying. 

Smiling is my social attire.  

A resting bitch face is a weapon of choice.  

Combined into powerful choir  

Pushing me through the existential gunfire.

¬ Anna. O

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