Some people call me Ana
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The Queen of the Middle East.
She’s dark and beautiful, and even when the shadow lands above her, her soul shines through. In the middle of the night, she sings. Her voice is soothing. But, oh, she lives with a monster. If only she knew. I wish I was that monster. She might then love me too.
Deja Vu in my bones
Fear is the only emotion I feel upon my heavy body and my soul. My heart is beating so fast. Time is slowing down, capturing every hope I have, turning it to a thought, a feeling of mightiness. Could it be I’ve been here before, but just forgot?
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