My friend ran upstairs to my aid, as I stand there dripping wet, wrapped up in a towel, shaking.
She then told me I had scratches all down my back right side of my upper back, shoulder and arm.
I am starting to grow tired of the unwanted attention, or displays of power.. Whatever it thinks this is.
I know I am stronger, I am living.. It is not. I breath, I have a physical body and I will not be bullied.
I will bring in people to drive it out for good. Watch me..
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