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Contributed by Elf on Thursday, 11th March 2004 @ 09:50:16 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff



Walking home, late one night,
In the town that I call home.
Something happened to change my life
to make me feel alone.

I was almost there,
when out of nowhere, he came.
He put his hand over my mouth
and another around my waist.

As he pulled me down,
I realized my fate.
I blacked out to come back
only to his face.

My hands were bound
My mouth was taped.
I could do nothing
as he raped.

Finally he finished
with his dirty job.
He left me on the ground
leaving me to sob.

As the sobs racked my body,
I feel used and all alone.
I felt anger, pain, and shame.
But still I was alone.

I felt that I could have done
something, anything to stop him.
But my guilt was overridden
when the lights, I saw, though dim.

You pulled over, looking scared
worried and relieved.
Until you saw the rope burns
that awful man did leave.

Your anger flared
as you held me tight that night.
Our revenge, we would get,
On that evil, putrid sight.

We tracked him down,
and dragged him in.
Intent on making him
pay for his dirty sin.

And pay he did,
with nintynine to life,
because rape is something
that you'll pay for with trouble and strife.




Copyright © Elf ... [ 2004-03-11 21:50:16]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: No Title (User Rating: 1 )
by desire on Thursday, 11th March 2004 @ 11:50:04 PM AEST
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this is a very stong and deep write i have one similar as well called surviving the pain..if you get a chance check it out..i totally understand..........may peace always be with you...


Re: No Title (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Friday, 12th March 2004 @ 05:15:14 PM AEST
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so very hurtful what a terrible thing to happen to you
michelle




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