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Subject: ~*~If I Live...~*~


Author:
Salvaje Constantino
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Date Posted: 21:41:44 10/21/02 Mon
In reply to: Arcanus 's message, "**Nods**" on 20:56:47 10/21/02 Mon


I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well
I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall

A man can tell a thousand lies
I've learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned, 'till then
It will burn inside of me

I know where beauty lives
I've seen it once, I know the warm she gives
The light that you could never see
It shines inside, you can't take that from me

The truth is never far behind
You kept it hidden well
If I live to tell
The secret I knew then
Will I ever have the chance again

If I ran away, I'd never have the strength
To go very far
How would they hear the beating of my heart
Will it grow cold
The secret that I hide, will I grow old
How will they hear
When will they learn
How will they know


~*~Fatale, seemingly unsuprised that this animal should talk, nods. No fear is shown...for what did she have to lose should he kill her? Her home was this alley. She had no one to go to, and no one to miss her. Her father had beaten her almost senseless numorous amounts of times, until she escaped at age 12. She had run deep into the heart of the city, casting caution to the wind. It was there she'd met Scott...the 16 year old most respected street rat in town. He had convinced her to be his beau, his girl...and she had obliged out of gratitude. It was not until she was 14 that he began to drink heavily...and began what would become the worst years of her life. He'd beaten her, threatend to kill her, over and over, year after year. He made her stay in the abandoned building they lived in, forcing her to the confinement of those dusty walls. On her 17 birthday, which had been only 3 days ago, he had come home, drunk and wasted on coke. He had pressed himself on her, and when she refused, beat her mercilessly. The belt had struck her back, her shoulders...his fists breaking her soft flesh. He'd pinned her down, tried to rape her...and to silence her struggles, strangled her. She hadn't wanted to kill him...but it was something she'd had to do to get away. The derranger had gone off loudly, and all was silent.~*~ "I am not asking you to accept it as a gift. It is an offering, because as you, we have both struggled with our own race as well." ~*~Her voice is soft and quivering.~*~



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