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There were four bodies, walking in one line towards me. It was a bridge, a dark bridge inviting fear to overtake me. I was on my phone...What was I thinking being on the phone whilst walking alone? They first walked towards me with innocence and poverty written in their eyes, there were lies waiting, perhaps hoping I could give them what they wanted. Like the idiot I was I allowed them to corner me, they cornered me like shadows leaving no space for light. I held on tightly of the strength and bravery left in me, my phone being ripped out of my hands, my bag, my neck being choked, being held down by the weight of four men, who simply wanted help yet turned their rejection to hate, hurt, inflictors of fear, They gripped my hair, There was no air left in me to breath, My precious body ****** in shock, I felt lost, I felt blocked, I lost my confidence, then fought back with each and every vocal in me, I screamed and screamed and screamed even if it killed me, even if they killed me, at least I would have died with my bravery intact in me.
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
Four men and I.
There were four bodies, walking in one line towards me. It was a bridge, a dark bridge inviting fear to overtake me. I was on my phone...What was I thinking being on the phone whilst walking alone? They first walked towards me with innocence and poverty written in their eyes, there were lies waiting, perhaps hoping I could give them what they wanted. Like the idiot I was I allowed them to corner me, they cornered me like shadows leaving no space for light. I held on tightly of the strength and bravery left in me, my phone being ripped out of my hands, my bag, my neck being choked, being held down by the weight of four men, who simply wanted help yet turned their rejection to hate, hurt, inflictors of fear, They gripped my hair, There was no air left in me to breath, My precious body ****** in shock, I felt lost, I felt blocked, I lost my confidence, then fought back with each and every vocal in me, I screamed and screamed and screamed even if it killed me, even if they killed me, at least I would have died with my bravery intact in me.
I got robbed yesterday night from work, still traumatized, I'm so scared and I don't know to get over it.
queen1e
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
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