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TO ALL MY SISTERS
Walking in the dark alone
She could feel his gaze
One that was like cold stone
But burning within it was a craze

Used to being the prey
Perceived as the weak
All she could do was pray
As she felt her fear peak

She had always dreamt of a world
Free from insecurities and abuse
From her sisters being mauled
Where the hunter would call...