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The Hapless Crime Of Being A Victim

The Hapless Crime Of Being A Victim

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It was a very dark night
With no one to listen to her plight
She looked for mercy but found wanton eyes filled with lustful delight.

She saw her life flash before her eyes
Her fright scaled new height
It was horrendous feelings
Full of pain and hurt

Alas, it was all over: the face of her family suddenly dazzled in her mind, clear and bright.
The perceived guilt-ridden existence weighed her
like an anchor weighs a ship

The assailants had left her alive
but scarred her for life
She dreaded society more than her present trauma, for she may recover from second
it is the first one which will haunt her for life.


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