JessieLane's Secret, by SaydeLicore
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Bedroom corners,
Eyes shut,
Frozen clocks,
Doors locked
Look around
Is anyone there?
Creeks from the floor,
Steps toward the door,
Hold your breath
Here comes death
Bangs on doors,
Yells and screams,
Threats are made,
But hope remains
Broken through,
Walls cut down,
Cuts and bursies
All around
Hands on you,
But silent you stay,
Punishment it due,
Every single day
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Posted: 2008-04-17 18:12:17 UTC |
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