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It was 10:30 p.m. She was returning home. She was walking through the streets all alone, when she felt being stalked by someone unknown. She tried her best to be brave enough, she tried her best to stand tough, she was endeavouring to be bolder, when she felt someone touching her shoulder. Now it's 7 in the morning. News and radios are filled with warnings. It's 3 days post she was walking through the streets, And she lies in the ICU, numb and traumatized, counting her heartbeats... She was ***** and handled brutally...
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
Walking through the streets
It was 10:30 p.m. She was returning home. She was walking through the streets all alone, when she felt being stalked by someone unknown. She tried her best to be brave enough, she tried her best to stand tough, she was endeavouring to be bolder, when she felt someone touching her shoulder. Now it's 7 in the morning. News and radios are filled with warnings. It's 3 days post she was walking through the streets, And she lies in the ICU, numb and traumatized, counting her heartbeats... She was ***** and handled brutally...
p.s. All criminals and rapists should be hanged to death for such heinous crimes
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
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