P o e m

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(A/N: I'm okay, I just came up with a poem and decided to write it down)

"I bury my head under the sheets,
Making sure that they know that I'm asleep. The second hand of the clock ticking as I patiently wait. The sound ringing through my ears as I feel my chest burn up with nothing but anger and hate.

Remembering how disgusting it was from the feeling of your dirty hand that grabbed at my chin, looking into your eyes as I saw your fat ugly grin.

And here now I sit, still remembering the sounds of my muffled out painful screams. Knowing that they still echo in my head, and in my dreams.

Sorry or not though, I will never forgive you.
And I'm sure that once your time is up, you'll see what life will have to give you."

-A l e a
11/4/18

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