Amy Kerswell (04 06 1987 / Bath UK)
In the darkness of the night.
Out there in the darkness, I was afraid.
I was powerless against your strong arms
The hate that is within you.
That look in your eyes.
It was so obvious that you ment it.
There was no mistaking that.
That night, in the darkness I was changed
Although still clueless to the reason why.
Why the hell did you do such a thing?
For I had never hated a person until that night
and since have hated many.
But none quite like you.
In the darkness of the night it was you.
You raped as everybody watched.
Itnseemed to be my darkest ever night.
When really it was the middle of the day.
But it was for sure the painfull hour.
Never to be the last.
How could you do such a thing?
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