those days,
she hope she could erase it from her memory,
the blade through the flesh,
leaving scars,
the rough skin meets the face hard,
leaving bruise,
those hurtful memories,
she hope she could forget,
those days,
she prays for an amnesia,
wish that
could wake up with amnesia
leaving those painful memories behind,
stopping the grunting,
stopping the dark horror,
those days,
that makes her endures the pain alone,
that makes each day such a torment,
torturing,
making her traumatized,
and scared,
and feared,
and she is almost grown,
those days that still scares her,
like it will happen again,
and she might get hurt again,
and the fear stays forever,
haunted her--
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