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Aug 2016
A scream in the next bedroom
I squeeze my earbuds in deeper.
Constant thudding
Sobs grow louder.
untill her mouth is covered
I rub my temples.
My head is pounding
Just as hard
As my heart.
My moms a victim.
She resembles it every time she cooks for him
His words like fire
Amd
His fists like lighting,
always striking somewhere
Tears are welling up in the corner of my eyes
My toungue burning with desire
For revenge.
Thwack
Thwack.
A boom at the wall.
all i see is black
Mom
Please fight back.
Please.
Sobbing
Fear
And then suddenly
*nothing
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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