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its like a scene from a horror movie
and i am scared
i sit here waiting
for hands to grab me
for the assault to begin
sweating i try hard to muffle my screams
but they escape
jolting me back into reality
back in the room sitting here by the computer
i freeze up
then i try to run
away from the horror of remembering
away from the flashbacks of abuse
but they insist on following me
can i give up?
no, not an option, as much asI’d like to some days
will there ever be an end?

Carol anne