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sometimes things need to come out,
i am no longer in denial,
this happened no doubt,
its time to put this on trial,

she moves and acts as normal as she can,
dreads his face, that man,
that shadow of green eyes,
everytime theres contact she cries,

memories aries and her vision blurs,
constantly she feels wrapped up in thistles and burrs,
sufficating in guilt,
destroyed everything she ever built,

And his voice rises, threatens loud and clear,
hes taken everything she holds dear,
never again will she make the same mistake,
the choice was hers to make,

and she said no,
but he made his blow,
the room goes dark, the door is locked,
ever since they have hardly talked,

she fears what she can't control,
but time will tell its toll,
and the devils seed, will it grow?
she begs and pleads and hopes no,

where is her god now?
the curtians close, time to take a bow,
this horror show has only begun,
she wishes she could turn to run,

escape what fate awaits her,
why it all happened, still unsure,
a secret to be taken to her grave,
no more places to hide, no empty caves,

She must face her fear.

She
Must
Face
Her
Fear.

I am,...she is...a victum.