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Young and in love,              
she was everything I              
wanted and more. We              
even had matching tattoos              
to prove it.                
Her parents              
thought our love written              
in permanent ink                
was a serious issue, but                
little did I know this              
ink would turn into nothing more              
than scar tissue. Seeing                
a wild night turn bad, we              
wish she would have turned              
away and ran.                
But this is where it all began.                
Engaged on a Friday night,  
her friends do something  
special for her bachelorette  
They leave to Italy, and    
I'm overwhelmed with fear,              
but her best friend puts me at ease,              
for I know her intentions are                
innocent and sincere.                
At a bar, everybody is soaking              
in the joy, laughing, and having                
a good time.                
But when sweaty Latino dudes climb                
into the picture, everyone                
starts to separate. She's got a bad              
feeling about this.                
The dude next to her              
is getting a little touchy              
feely, and she can sense              
trouble, on account he will not              
get out of her personal bubble.                  
He offers her drinks, and              
she thinks...              
"Why not... It's harmless, right?"              
Little does she know that the              
dude buying her this drink is              
totally insane, and that when              
she passes out, he's going to              
take her home              
and run a train.                
8 Latinos, 4 blacks,              
and two whites each              
have their five minutes.                
Naked and battered,                
she now lies                
helplessly shattered.                
She may have survived,              
but during that night                
a piece of her had died.              
Her remains left                
ingrained on              
my tattooed  body.                
Not wanting to be touched,                
and not wanting to be              
seen, she can't stand the sight
If her being a recluse.
So she takes a bottle of pills              
and is found hanging from            
a noose.
Written by Blake25
Published | Edited 21st Oct 2019
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