Alone

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His hands grabbed me
As I ran
I felt his cold hands
The hands that used to hold me
Until I fell asleep
Those damn hands
I used to hold with pride
As we walked the streets at night

I ran faster
And faster
Still feeling them
I couldn't escape
The torture
I couldn't breathe
My legs went numb as a stumbled
I became intimate with the concrete
All of my weight on top of it
Too afraid to look behind me
The thought of his eyes
Starring back
Those deep brown eyes
Traces of gold lit them up like nothing I'd ever
seen

I raised my head slowly
To find I was alone
He was nowhere to be seen
There was nothing to be heard
Just me
Lay on the ground
Alone

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