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May 2015
She was walking home again
On the trail that helped her survive
Survive because it was here she lost love
And lost herself
A man approached her
As her cheetah print skirt swayed
He swooned and tried to ******
Tried to ****** a girl
At the age of thirteen
A man who knew nothing of her
Other than her bittersweet innocence
That he would steal for himself
He laid her down
And took her
And as she walked away
She wept
Wept for all she has lost
Wept her lack of fighting
But why should such a young girl be a victim
Why did that man feel like he had her from just a glance
Was she weak
Who told him she was broken
Who told him she would scream
Who told him it was okay
Because it sure wasn't her.
I didn't know how to really write this, it's been a while...
Fighter of Dreams
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Fighter of Dreams
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