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don't worry...it didn't really happen...

Submitted: February 27, 2007

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Submitted: February 27, 2007



I can still remember the way the sky looked after they raped us. There were stars everywhere....small and bright...blue ones...huge stars...about to burst with eternal shining light. The way they covered everything...ends covering every horizon. I felt as though they were going to swallow me whole...engulf me...hug me...heal me...I felt so very small so insignificant. My own world seemed so petty and for a moment they completely blacked out what he did to me. Sometimes I wake up late at night with the sensations of his cold clammy hands on my body my skin tingling in repulsion...my hand searching for a blade because I'd rather feel the worse pains from hell than to remember how he felt.

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