As I walk pass the corridor,
Out of the blue, a quick jab hit me.
I fell to the ground,
Glasses broken.
He ordered me to give my money
Or else, suffering will I encounter again
No one around
No one to help;
No one to share this awful experience
Nothing to do, I gave what he wanted
And there I sat alone
When will I be freed from this hell?
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