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He said he loved me. He had a gun.
He couldn't live without me, didn't want to. If I'd only love him back he'd let me go. I didn't know how, I just couldn't. But he had a gun. And I had nothing. I didn't run or scream, I only cried. He tried to kiss me, I resisted. He wanted me so bad, And I wanted to die. He thought that was a good idea too. He started to strangle me. I fainted. He thought I was dead. I wished I was. 6 years have gone by and I still tremble. I wrestle nightmares every night. I haven't slept sweet in years. I dream he finds me. And he takes me away, and he does things to me he used to just say. And in each dream he kills me after I try to escape, he finds me and kills me, his eyes filled with hate. I would give anything to change the past. and dream once more with out a fight. "Please God, let me sleep sweet, just one night". Note: ladies take care, and trust your gut.
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