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Jun 2013
Saturday she set forth on a journey
She casted away the waves of her past
Creating a promise to herself to never go back
Never be the same
To never be that girl again - the one that runs
She always ran from him - whenever he struck
she would run, run and hide and cry her eyes out
But not anymore - Now she was done
He was gone and she was running for the last time

Friday the previous day, she have endured the last
she couldn't do it anymore so that night when he struck
She ran to the kitchen and grabbed the knife
He didn't thnk she would so he teased and teased
Until she snapped
He came towards her to get the knife from her, but she warned him
Told him to stay away
He didn't listen and kept going

Last thing I remember is washing the blood off my hands after leaving the bridge
Margaretta Sackor
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Margaretta Sackor  20/F/Virginia, USA
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