12 | But, Her Past Caught Up

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"Get out, please!"
Yet the man, would still not cease.

Her hair covered in blood,
Her face, tears had flood.

"I will never, ever leave you,"
The man rasped, "I love you,"

"No you don't," she cried.
He had destroyed her body, and her pride.

He left the room she was in,
She slammed the door shut; then gave in.

She drowned in her un-shed tears
And let her self get consumed, in slumber and her fears.

At the sound of a voice, she awakens. 
Her mind foggy, feeling completely forsaken.

Her heart began to weep,
Her nights would no longer be filled with sleep.

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