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Silent footsteps,

approach my door.

I crawl under the bed,

I hide on the floor.

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He won’t get me tonight.

I’m shaking, I’m scared.

I’ll scream if he finds me,

I try to prepare.

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But nothing prepares me,

for what’s about to come.

With silent footsteps ringing in my ears,

I cry until he’s done.



~*~ Jill ~*~