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Jul 2010
She stood there, staring at me.
Her eyes like gleaming diamonds.
It started to hurt, the pain thrashed through my veins.
I fell to the floor, it was hard to breath.
I screamed at her, telling her to stop.
She ignored me and carried on.

The pain started to fade and I looked up,
To see her dress, but no her, lying in a heap on the floor.
The pain no longer hurt, just a slight tingle.
I have never told anyone about that day.
Copyright Clara McAdam 2010
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