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I stand in the corner of a small, bedroom.
Staring, wide-eyed, at the bed in the shadowy gloom.
I see myself toss and turn in the quilt,
The expression on my face betrays my guilt.
Around the room items are cluttered,
"N-no stop" my sleeping mouth muttered.
I watch myself Jolt up from the bed,
and pull the covers over my head.
Against the wall I curl up in a ball
As I hear footsteps come down the hall.
A wretched man opens the door.
As down my cheeks tears start to pour.
He quietly uncloths my shaking body,
Casually, holds me down, like its his hobby.
Though i struggle with all my might
He barely had to put up a fight
Then my mind begins to stray.
I Scream to keep this image away.
I sit up in bed, bathed in sweat,
Unable to destroy the vision yet.
This always happens, my very worst fear,
Why wont this memory disappear...