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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I feign to remember that day walking back from turfed fields sweat on the brow robots on the mind. Only, in that lockered room did I feel that chill of fear preeminence crawling up my spine, snickering teammates entering, I loitered no longer. Or tried to, My feet sank through the floor petrified as he loomed, eyes dark wicked with intent predator upon prey flight and adrenaline kicking my teeth in. Stone shattering I bolted, like a deer only to get hit by the headlights ragdolled against the table freedom swallowed by dread. Helpless, he threw himself against me. time after time after time while all they did was watch cackling like hyenas. My rage grew as the cacophony of laughter increased building with each thrust against me, vision darkening painted red as he threw me aside. Red blackening turning inward instead. Heart of gold? Bah! I left that room stumbling, Rage boiling, trust shattered, acid eating away at the “gold” of my heart. Comradery turning Into betrayal and painted masks. Yet all I wanted to do is break him like he broke me, snap his bones one by one let him scream like I did, watch him curl into a ball to weep as I did only for no one to save him like no one saved me. You can “forgive” easily, but forgetting? You can never “forget” being helpless. It curls into your soul like a disease quiet but still lingering. Waiting. Watching. “Gone” but never truly gone.
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