I would be its first victim.
And there is no chance of winning,
Per se.
I'd be dead.
And the people who would have been my saviors,
Would play the vital part in deciding my fate;
The reason of my death.
"People are strange when you are a stranger."
You're worthless.
Nobody needs you.
No one wants you.
"Keep hurting for me."
I know I wouldn't make out of it unscathed.
You're a nuisance. Why do you even exist?
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