When life was not about me, but about you, she locked her mouth shut. To bury deep the voices that awaited to explode, like a foul volcano she stank. To stop talking, to open ears for your angry voices, and to accept repulsive actions as if my own, she was ordained the honour to be silent.
I am a Monster, the one who cursed you with my actions. Read the story. You'll soon find out who she was. Read again, would you? You knew the truth, yet you kept the blame. Read the story. 
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