So Close, Yet So Far

So Close, Yet So Far

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Lonely, that is what I am Silently in pain, screaming in my brain No family, no friends, no one for me My mother is dead and my father a drunk Slaps, bruises, tears, blood walk in the door, that's what awaited for Stupid, ugly repeats in my mind It is all your fault he would remark My heart would fall, my hope will dim I believed I believed him every time Not until one showed up This was a friend who cried with me This was a friend that laughed with me A friend that cared for me It's a shame no one could see him No one... No one, but me ================================ Guess who is back for the count? That's right, little Gir276. What does she have with her, though? A new story! Hey it is Gir276 this is my second story and I thought was pretty amazing so I decided to share it with you guys. I really hope you enjoy. Oh, and by the way I did not make this cover, I found it off the internet, but credit goes to the person who drew it. Well, till next time
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Unmask

"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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