She sat in a corner,
Hands over her knees,
Waiting for her demons to enter,
Waiting for her modesty to be bared,
Ready to beg,
Ready to cry,
Ready to kick her little arms,
Frantically in vain,
But that day no one came,
Her demons lurking in the darkness,
Disappeared into the darkness.
The dreams that had plagued for years,
Dreams that would wake her up in fear,
Were finally no where near.
Finally her horizons were calm and clear,
Pink and blue, just like before the sunrise,
Not like heavy darkness that has always been there.
Because self defense lessons have paid off well,
Now she knows no one can harm her anymore,
No one will every be able to repeat what he did to her little self before.
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