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Apr 2018
Under my bed,
I lay silent.
Hes in the other room,
drunk and violent.
He storms down the hall,
and busts down the door.
Liquor in hand,
it was thrown to the floor.
He calls out my name,
and I remain quiet,
under my bed,
I lay silent.
This has nothing to do with me. If this is happening to you though please call the domestic abuse line. 1-800-799-7233
1-800-787-3224
Haylin
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Haylin  21/F/Lost in this cruel world
(21/F/Lost in this cruel world)   
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