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Two men entered and I thought I was dreaming. |
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I heard the sounds of what were laughter. |
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And expected the door to slam off the hinges. |
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The dark initiates my fear and I tell myself nothing can hurt me. |
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Nothing can hurt me. |
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The blanket weighs 300 pounds pinning me on my stomach. |
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Although my eyes are open, I see nothing but a spiraling glow |
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that radiates an alarm clock on a nightstand. |
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Hands are gripping me. |
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The sheets are twisted, I'm suffocating. |
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I smell nail polish. |
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I picture my mother out in the garden |
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on a spring day planting new strawberry seeds. |
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The earth aroma as she turns the soil lingers. |
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And I imagine my life as a princess. |
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Nothing can hurt me. |
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It's 5:47 a.m. and the sun looks as though |
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it's just about to defeat the night sky. |
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A battle between good and evil |
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that rages on through centuries unnoticed. |
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My night gown is tangled above my hips. |
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I went to sleep with panties on and I smell blood. |
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My breasts are exposed and sore. |
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One of them has bite marks. |
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Blinding light from the bathroom crushes my eyes. |
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I try to stand up and the weight of the world buckles my knees. |
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Nothing can hurt me. |
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The dawn breaks and this veil I carry around for secrecy is about to melt. |
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Something inside my veins explode. |
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And I realize I'm not looking at a portrait now. |
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We are all living in it |