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Aug 2019
You fear the night
He comes home
High on alcohol,
Far from nice.

Curses shouted!
You feel exposed.
Curling into a ball,
-Just to seem small.

Years ago you knew
To fear discipline.
Used to the neglect,
This is your life.
Written by
Luce Nevys  18/F
(18/F)   
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