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Jul 2013
He charged at me.  Pinned me down and hit me.  
Each blow taking away another part of my soul.  
As I lay there with a swollen lip
All that came out was:
What did I do to make him so mad?
Written by
Luz Rivera  Bronx, NY
(Bronx, NY)   
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