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Apr 2017
Today was another,
He growled as he noticed my presence,
Pushing her to the floor as she winces.
He grabs a hold of me,
"Mom help" I scream,
Dark.
No more wincing, no more screams
Dream?
Until the door creaks and the oh so familiar sound of his boots flood the scene.
Humaira Khan
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Humaira Khan
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