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The Past

Scared of the past, scared of who will find out and throw it back in her face. The images never go away, the tears never stop, and the fear never ends. Scared the future could bare the same thing whose going to help her then?

The familiarity of his voice, the distant smell of him, unfamiliar with his touching, thinking she may know but she can’t be sure.

Scared of a single touch from a male it’s all to real. The jolt of a single touch her heart beat quickens, fear starts to show and she feels the pain all over again. She scared but she can’t be sure of who.

-Marie

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