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Submitted:May 26, 2011    Reads: 119    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Things happen in life. Things we can't control. People die, while other's are born. It's a simple factor of life.

It's a dark room. Darker than the black of night. How could anyone survive in such a black?
In the corner she lies. She's wrapped in a gown of blood and moonlight. She tries to scream out, but her voice has been stolen. She's locked to a wall, and trapped in her memories. When will he arrive again? Will he steal more; will he ever give back.
Perhaps this is a dream. Everyone dreams, but some can't wake up. Perhaps that is it. That explains the torture.
The door slowly opens to reveal a shadow. She tries to get away; to scream for help. But she's trapped to the wall with a stolen voice. Who would help someone as helpless as she?
The shadow moves closer, until it looms over her. Her vision becomes clouded, and the gown of moonlight and blood disappears. Only to be replaced by pain and disgrace. Only one thought becomes prevalent:


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