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one day he asked me to go for a ride in the woods with him,

i asked my mom,

she said yes,

but it was all a trick,

i thought we were going fishing,

instead we went to a camp,

i was pushed through the door,

draged me onto the bed,

i had brusies and cuts on my tummy and sides arms and legs,

after that i desided never to fight again,

my feelings hurt,

i was weak,

i wish i could tell,

tell just one person,

i want to help just one person if i can,

but instead i shut my mouth.