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Jul 2013
He said that I was his
And that he loved me so
I tried to run away
He grabbed me and said no

He used to be so kind
Before he turned like this
He once was very gentle
But most of all his kiss

Now he hits and beats me
And tells me not to cry
For if I do he says
That I will surely die


I'm scared he's gonna **** me
And take away my life
For every night I hear
Him sharpening his knife
Written by
Corina Misseri  Dartmouth, NS
(Dartmouth, NS)   
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