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Sep 2012
That night I was so young,
My eyes took in a gruesome scene
Fresh years wet my eyes
I wasn't ready for her to die
I hate that man for what he did
He yelled and screamed and hid
The lights and sirens loud a firce
I run for safety and let them in
God help me I am so scarred
Just don't let them see
This trembling pain inside me
And as I thought that she was dead
Her life flowed back inside instead
And time went on and now I feel
As if my life's fake and not real
Treated like dirt, spit on,
She's not thankful that I saved her life
Katlyn Orthman
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Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
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