Waiting for the End

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Total darkness as my eyes are sewed

I can hear the shuffling of boots in the hallway.

He is here! I go to my closet which is my refuge from physical pain.

I am shivering with fear, please do not touch me I'm only a child.

Remembering his hands on me sends lightning bolts of fear through my body.

I am 7 years old just a helpless little girl.

My closet door opens I dissappear into my dreams and thoughts as though he is not hurting me.

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