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"An angel in the darkness"

Who am I? 
An angel
Grandpa called me his little princess 
I am an angel 
Grandma called me her lion
It is dark here
It is gloomy 
I can feel the distress 
The excruciating pain 
Of wounds 
Disbelief 
And bewilderment 
I am afraid
I am afraid of the darkness 
Father buried me here 
Left me unattended 
Why did he leave me alone? 
Did he abandon me? 
Come back, father 
Take me home
It is dark here 
And I am afraid 
I thought I was an angel   
I felt ashamed 
I felt disgusted
But, I survived 
I was a warrior 
You know what happened? 
I met a monster 
He took me away
I was scared 
I begged him to take me home 
He was a real monster 
I remember, 
Grandma told me stories where there's an ugly giant who carries naughty children away, 
I asked the hideous man to take me home and I will be a nice kid who won't make mischief 
He laughed, and offered me chocolates 
I felt uneasiness
The ugly monster took my life
It was horrific 
I tried calling mother and father 
Now, I am here in the dark pit 
I am afraid 
Take me home, father 
It is dark and I am afraid 


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