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Mar 2012
he had broken me.  left me on the floor, broken and bleeding.
i can still hear him, hiting you with his fist.
i want to yell at him. tell him to come after me and not you.
but i cant. and i never will.
he comes bursting in. i tell you to go and hide. dont come out, no matter what you hear.
you run and hide. he comes in stagering. he's drunk.
he comes closer.
"hey baby" he slurs. he's so close i can smell the jack on him.
i want to run, but before i know it he has me pind agunts the bed.
as he starts to slap me, i only cry out once, telling him to stop!
he yells " WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?"
i cant anser him, which only makes him slap me harder.
he stops, as he hears his baby girl crying in the other room.
he gets off me. " dont worry rose, mama coming."
amber white
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   Annie Lora and Emily Tyler
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