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Jun 2016
I saw the monster inside his eyes
I tried to shout my outcries
but his hands covered my mouth.

Tears running down my face
as I laid there in disgust
with each and every single ******.

I remember the days following
as I stood in the shower
scrubbed my skin to scabs
hoping that I could bleed every
part of him out of me.

I wanted to go to the police
But who would even believe me
I let my voice become silenced
And what once sparkled like diamonds
Sparkled no more.

It does not change a day,
It changes a ******* life.
Written by
Regina Ramble
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