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[sid] => 88370
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[aid] => mick
[title] => No Longer Will You Abuse Me
[time] => 2005-03-22 16:39:54
[hometext] => No One deserves to be abused, emotionally or physically.....
[bodytext] => As the sunsets behind heaven's orange and yellow horizon, the darkness of the night and the dimness of the moon, covers up the walls in my bedroom. I get down on my knees to pray for atleast one night to lay, in my bed alone, in silence, without having to smell the alcohol on his breath, without the violence. He creeps in on me in the still of the night, my body begins to shake uncontrollably, because it is in fright, for I know that when my head hits that pillow, I began to fight, but as always I lose, and he wins my innocence, then whispers goodnight. Each reckless day slowly passes by, and I live on every night, feeling his sweat, feeling his heavy, hot, breath, breathing rapidly in my ear. When he finally reaches his destination, down falls another tear. I get restless as dusk approaches, for I know that when darkness falls, and the stars rise, silence creeps on me in surprise. I awake in the stillness of the night, screaming, and crying, kicking, and trying to protect myself from his heavy body weight , but his painful blows make me weak so more and more I take. Until the sunsets behind heaven's orange and yellow horizon, I refuse to let you use me, no longer will you abuse me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 66 [informant] => concrete_rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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