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Sep 2011
Here goes another round. Throw me to te ground, and watch me as I fall, smashing my head against the door. Speak your words of hate, tell me I'm worthless, as you tear at my face. I scream, as these tears fall from my eyes, for you to stop. Daddy's little girl, that's what you always say, but when it came to reality, it didn't seem that way. A rag doll, that's all I ever was to you. When they see all the bruises, you say I fell, then alone at home you cry and ask forgiveness, which I always somehow give. A battered mind and soul, counting all the cuts and bruises, taking their toll. Everything you did is something that will never mend. So here I lay on the ground where you left me, waiting hopelessly for this life to end.
Sara Ackermann
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Sara Ackermann  23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin
(23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin)   
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