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In the Dark


The sky filled with hate that day That man, with the scar had his way No matter what I can't forget The way he made me sweat My refusal meant nothing But he was shoving Couldn't pull away Just swayed The lips of his was disgusting But he kept lusting Screaming for help, no one being near Only having fear His breath stunk of smoke Remembering the words he spoke Crying and afraid I wish I could fade He was just a stranger Who wreaked of danger I felt his forceful thrusting My body was busting There in the dark I lay Can't believe what happened that day Just wanting to die But i could only cry
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