She
I am an angelš
Very gentle as the Black-white Birdšļø
Yet, annoyance wakes the demons in me.
Rage makes them roarš¹
Move an inch further and I will spittle you with venom.
I will so spree youš that it would rip your eyes of sight and your mind ,of vision.
Itās true I am trapped in a body, still I have never lost sense of the She I am.
I Am the Real She!
The She behind the cameras.
The glaring She at his widows and masking figure behind his doors
Bera isnāt any match for me!
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