Molested


Come and go with me he said
gun pointed at my head.
Took me to a darkened place
barely even saw his face.
Kept saying be still,felt in
my heart he would kill me.
Help me help me I cried,that
was when I almost died ,made him
really mad you see starting brutally
beating me over and over again.
Finally he was thru with what he set
out to do, and thou I never even knew
his name my life will not be the same .

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