I have many memories locked away deep in my soul. Memories I have pushed
their because their is no place else for them to go.
The memory that hurts most is one of a young man, handsome as the devil with
mischeif at hand.
With one slap in the face and a push on the bed my innocience is forgotten
and never spoke of again.
It took all of my strenghth to fight him off,but it wasent enough. I
couldn't get him to stop.
When he had finished what he had wanted to do. He smiled and said "Was
it good for you"
Thismemory of him would never let me be. I'd wake up crying and
screaming and wanting to fun and leave.
Untill one night I awoke from that dream and instead of running away I had a
man holding me.
The love of my life,the man of my dreams. He held me tight and said
"dont worry its me,I wont let anyone hurt you ever again." Then he
would kiss my head and I'd fall asleep in his arms again.
After some years of crying in pain. I was able to stop running and my
courage I regained.
I still have this memory locked away in my head. But now I am stronger and I
will never be hurt that way again.
By: Shirley Ann Hagan
 
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