I saw black
and I stumbled back.
I tried to run
but he was having fun.
He pushes me to the wall
Only for me to fall.
He tried to control me,
but I stung like a bee.
I pulled my fist back
but I got blown off track.
Horror struck my eyes
And knew his threats were not lies.
He had a knife-
Thank God it wasn't a scythe.
He pushed it against me cheek,
and I dealt weak.
Laughing, he committed theft,
then left.
He stole my trust,
Which had mentally covered with rust
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Should I post more? I need to sleep. :(
