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She stands there,
Keys in her hand,
He stands up,
And his fists land.

She falls to the ground,
Smashing her head,
And yet again,
She fills with dread.

The beatings get worse,
The more he drinks,
And she dosent know,
What he thinks.

But shes had a enough,
And this time she stands,
For the first time,
His face her fist lands.

He stands stunned,
Unsure what to do.
What should she do,
Besides run from you?
©2008-2009 ~Sour-Skittles
:iconsour-skittles:

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