She cringes at night, recalling the indelible days where she lie
curled in a ball, hiding from the scoundrel who
attacked her mind, her heart, and her soul, leaving her with nothing but
rancid memories of a living hell, but
even though she appeared live and well
dreary darkness loomed in the body of
Scared
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
She cringes at night, recalling the indelible days where she lie
curled in a ball, hiding from the scoundrel who
attacked her mind, her heart, and her soul, leaving her with nothing but
rancid memories of a living hell, but
even though she appeared live and well
dreary darkness loomed in the body of
Scared
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