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Your Victim

YOUR VICTIM I live free, in your prison. I run, standing still. I cry, without tears. I scream, in silence. I stand, when knocked down. I smile, while I frown. I have strength, although weak. I have shame, in my pride. I have feelings, deep inside. I breathe, though I am dead. I hear your voice, in my head. I am your Victim!

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