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Goodnight
I close my eyes
For the fear
Of the man in front of me
He doesn't see the child in me
I beg him to stop
For the fear he will continue
Holding his blade to my neck
Forcing himself into me
I scream loudly
As the blade slides
Down my arm slowly
Making blood gush onto the floor
I fall to the ground
Silent as a mouse
Making sure I am not moving
So he leaves me alone
I hold my breath
For the fear
Of getting caught
As I am still alive
In the end
The words he said
Softly in my ear
"Goodnight Precious One"
When he leaves
I cry silently
Wishing I really was dead
Because the pain is to much to bear
I am almost dead
When the cops arrive
I don't know who called them
Yet I don't really care
For the fear
Of the man in front of me
He doesn't see the child in me
I beg him to stop
For the fear he will continue
Holding his blade to my neck
Forcing himself into me
I scream loudly
As the blade slides
Down my arm slowly
Making blood gush onto the floor
I fall to the ground
Silent as a mouse
Making sure I am not moving
So he leaves me alone
I hold my breath
For the fear
Of getting caught
As I am still alive
In the end
The words he said
Softly in my ear
"Goodnight Precious One"
When he leaves
I cry silently
Wishing I really was dead
Because the pain is to much to bear
I am almost dead
When the cops arrive
I don't know who called them
Yet I don't really care
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