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[aid] => mick
[title] => No Title
[time] => 2004-03-11 21:50:16
[hometext] => A night so terrible that I couldn't even come up with a name adequate to suit the pain and anger. ( we need a section for "tough stuff")
[bodytext] => Walking home, late one night, In the town that I call home. Something happened to change my life to make me feel alone. I was almost there, when out of nowhere, he came. He put his hand over my mouth and another around my waist. As he pulled me down, I realized my fate. I blacked out to come back only to his face. My hands were bound My mouth was taped. I could do nothing as he raped. Finally he finished with his dirty job. He left me on the ground leaving me to sob. As the sobs racked my body, I feel used and all alone. I felt anger, pain, and shame. But still I was alone. I felt that I could have done something, anything to stop him. But my guilt was overridden when the lights, I saw, though dim. You pulled over, looking scared worried and relieved. Until you saw the rope burns that awful man did leave. Your anger flared as you held me tight that night. Our revenge, we would get, On that evil, putrid sight. We tracked him down, and dragged him in. Intent on making him pay for his dirty sin. And pay he did, with nintynine to life, because rape is something that you'll pay for with trouble and strife. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 65 [informant] => Elf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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