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Don'T Touch Me
The haunting past which sits in my mind, of that slow dark shadow, floating across my wall as I try to sleep, fearing of what it will do, I freeze in my soul, wanting to shout,for it might go away, The attack is without pain,but of shock, the man I've known since birth...why? In my head,swirling past the thoughts, of the touch easing it's way towards me, the want to turn over for protection, for concealment,but to no avail. The tears,in silence is supressed, not being heard and my soul aches, many times before I've felt it, when will it end? the cold covers me as the warmth of the blanket falls away, my heart stops,"I don't want to be touched", my soul cries for help,oh God,help me, the shadow touches like a nightmare, I feel sweat building as I strain to keep my eyes shut, it seems to last all night. As sudden as it came,it floats away, leaving in it's wake as I lay in fear, the thought of committing suicide, I wake in the morning wondering, was it all a dream,a nightmare,or was it real, the only thing I know, is the memories,hate,and resentment that I feel.
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