ingognito I go, equipt with a flail, oh my magical flail - that I must use to seperate myself from the man. Attitude, horror, brassiness, cockiness and more of. Though I see the man, I go without inside my head, my mind, my frontal. Let me go I squeak, the grasp that holds onto me so tight makes me squeal and speak in tounges that help me get let go.
Flabbergasted we think to be, but the strength I carry in the fists the man doesn’t know I have - break the bones of said man. Never have I ever - but will when needed be, as defense through scarcity.
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