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shes finaly been saved......after a year of pain
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Teenage Depression He pushes her down on the old mattress, his ice cold hands runs up her skirt rips off her cloths, rips off her skin. She tries to scream but she’s too terrified, she tries to kick but she knows his strength too well, she’s lying there crying softly to herself. She whispers the only three words which she can say 'no stop…please', she repeats these words over and over again until she realises its not going to work, he wont listen. All she wants to do is shout, shout out those words which might save her R.... no she cant, she doesn’t even believe its happening. Words run round her head confused 'not him, not my love' she’s lying there still; almost dead, unable to say a single word.
A year passes and I remember it clearly, April 2nd, what a hateful day when people in black talked bout a happy little 13 year old girl with no fears, no worries in this horrible world. She died after taking an over dose, she’s dead after a year of pain but cant you see she’s been dead much longer than people realise, she’s finally been saved.........
