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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You tried to hide your exploits in the dark. The wives of those men knew you were sleeping around the trailor park. You spread the disease of adultry around town. Your promiscuity kept you financially above ground. In a diary you kept every conquest written down. Even that sexually stimulating ride that night on the merry- go-round. A limousine pulls up and you walk out in a fabulous red strapless dress. That politician fed you diamonds an dfor the first time you felt like a princess. You felt loved and secure by his wonderful deeds. In exchange you catered to his sexual barbaric need. Until eventually you found yourself physically abused and on your knees. It was just a matter of time before he blew his top like some T.N.T. You crave revenge, but you're afraid to be a blackmailer. So you're back home alone in your trailor. But now you wear an ugly scar across your face. The memory of the newly elected governor you can't erase. In your diary you keep pictures of the two of you together. The scar will be a constant reminder forever. Over the years life has been so hard on you. From motel rooms to the avenue. Abusive men and steady drug use have left their residue. At times you still blame the Governor for what you've gone through. With no job skills and mouths to feed, you find yourself on your back spreading your knees. Slowly over time sex for drugs would satisfy your needs. And from appearance no one would have guessed you used to cheerlead. Your health begins to rapidly decline. You told your mother you were fine, but she did not agree. So off to the clinic you went, only to discover you were positive for H.I.V; After she died, her family discovered the pictures and the diary. Titled "Shattered Dreams". End of story.......
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