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Dec 2017
She followed his command,
wherever he put his hand.
He always moved the band of her underwear
and when she didn't listen in public people started to stare.

He always came home drunk,
and one night he put her in the trunk.
She screamed for help,
she even yelped but no one dared to make sure she was okay.

He forced himself on top of her.
His voice filled with alcohol,
and his speech at a slur.
By the end of the night from crying so much,
the whole thing was a blur.
Written by
Leah Wilke
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