Of oppressor and oppressed­čŹü

I don’t blame you or me, I don’t blame him or you, I don’t blame the oppressor or the oppressed for the pain, the hurt , the wounds that prevail.

I blame time that is a pro in turning the tables. I blame the situations that makes one change sides, from being an oppressed to turn into an oppressor. I blame them for turning happiness into sorrow.

He oppressed her, she was inflicted with such pain she almost died, he gave her wounds that never healed and that made her fear people. She built a fortress around her, so that nobody was able to come close enough to hurt her like that again. She never allowed anyone to remain even in the eyesight let alone enter the compound of the fortress. She guarded it with such vigorous valour and that made her an oppressor.

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