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His Fun
Contributed by
Beni
on
Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 08:13:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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In my room,
I cry into my pillow,
I hear the door creak as it slowly opens,
Dad peeps round the corner,
clenching his fist,
as he walks through the door his fist clenches tighter and tighter,
I back away from him
But he follows,
He senses my fear as he pushes me to the floor,
Tears stream down my face,
I look at his eyes as he raises his fist,
I close my eyes,
All i feel is pain,
He starts hitting me more,
then he leaves,
When he gets bored,
He will be back for more of his "fun"
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Beni
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2004-07-22 08:13:52]
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Re: His Fun
(User Rating: 1 )
by PoeticMystery on
Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 07:53:15 PM AEST
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| It is kind of hard to comment, seeing that I have never been through something like this. But, I am sorry you have been through it. I hope you are not in this situation anymore. One thing's for sure, keep pouring out your feelings into words! |
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