Oh pit.
I feel your warmth around me
as I lie here so afraid
all curled up in your shadow.
They came for me, pit
with pitchforks and knives and
words that bite.
Soul eaters.
Am I a monster, pit?
I feel that sometimes -
the way my body just doesn't...
just refuses to be what they say
is morally good.
Am I evil just for existing, pit?
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