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Dec 2011
I was walking alone
a stupid thing to do I know
was that the breeze in the trees?
or the patter of creeping shoes?

well I never imagined I'd be lost in my own thoughts
completely unaware before I was caught
it was midnight and it was me evil sought
and he came for me as a man whose soul had already been bought

so I closed my eyes, ready to lose myself to the abyss
but something in me cried to stop this
and suddenly I was so angry I couldnt breathe
as I gasped I pushed and brought up my knee
he was caught off guard, my blows rained hard
but he hit me back, and thats this scar

on the ground I struggled for my purse
fingers outstretched for the ticket to his hearse
how I did it I'll never understand
I was only a girl, he was a full grown man
but finally I enclosed the razor in my fist
and looked in his eyes as I delivered the straight edge kiss

what I did I dont regret
but what I did I cant forget
I could have laid back and let him take me
I could have bit my lip and let him **** me
but I was not put on this world for his taking
and I am not responsible for the mistake he was making
he fell victim to his own vice
and that night he traded me for his life
Brittany Christensen
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   ---, Shashank Virkud and Done
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