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The tears dropped to the ground.
I cried out in fear.
His hands were rough,
His eyes filled with descression.
I couldnt move,
I wanted to run.
But my legs would not.
My eyes filled with tears.
I could feel his hands move over my skin.
I was afraid,
More then I had ever been before.
My mind was running.
I screamed, and cryed.
I yelled for him to stop.
My legs felt numb.
They moved, I kicked.
I got up and ran.
Running from my problems
since I have been for many years.
I ran as fast as I could.
Out into the distance.
I ran.
Ran from him, forever.
and ever.

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