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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The day her life went astray Just two days before her big day Barely a teen, unaware of the battle soon to be seen So adored by all, the first to be there for anyone about to fall She now wakes up everyday just to find herself wondering why Was it because of her past that she was destine to crash She wakes up everyday Simply to find herself wondering why Each day the event becoming clearer Like watching it unwillingly through a two-way mirror Unable to stop the events about to unfold He invades her mind, body and soul Two days before her big day She moves along emotionless Her sixteenth birthday spent in bed wishing she were dead Was it because of her path that she was destine to crash Her life at the mercy of his will Every sick desire she was forced to fulfill Once so normal in every way, the last girl anyone thought would go astray She wakes up everyday Remembering how the were tears streaming down her face Believing that now she was a complete disgrace To weak to fight She survived that torturous night by knowing it wasn’t right She was tricked… A repeat like him knew exactly what victim to pick There was no going back She then refused to let him derail her off the tracks I wake up everyday To find myself realizing there is no answer why No longer harboring any part of the blame No scarlet letter, no hidden shame I get pleasure as he rots in an eight by ten cell And I get to smile again knowing he is stuck in his own personal hell He who stole something so dear from me I can chuckle as he will never be free
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