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Melanie-H-H

Published: Jul 26, 2011

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Bruised and battered feeling alone
The one who beat me has gone and left home
Leaving me bleeding sprawled out the floor
Choking and wheezing like so many times before
My hair soaked with blood and my clothes are all torn
Cramps are horrendous as I miscarry his spawn
Lifeless and and weary I lay here to die
No one and nothing can hear my weak cry
But I know by the tomorrow my body will regain
And I will wait for his entrance to live it all again
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A poem I wrote a about my past .Updated in typos .

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racerman56

Apr 23, 2013

Well written, short and to the point, it brings out all the hurt. Pleased you're in a better place now and that this is in the past.

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