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Mar 2013
He'd slap me around
He'd call me a *****
He tell me to love him
And that I would want more

A punch to my face
A kick to my shin
I would fall to the ground
Dried blood on my skin

He'd pick me back up
Spit right in my face
"You fight like a girl -
now clean up this place!"

But this time was different
I knew my control
He knew what he'd said
And he must pay the toll

I punched through his chest
And ripped out his heart
Crushed it in hand
My fingers like darts

With eyes full of tears
He managed to whimper
"Why?" he responded
For he was not a thinker

With a grin on my face
And just as he died
"I fight like a girl."
Then kicked him aside.
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