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by Michelle Mar 22, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
The bruises Oh, the bruises I move my leg the blood comes running down. Do i need a peg? Lord save me from this I cant live like this! I'm so young Why me? Dont you love me god? Why did you choose me? This torture is to much. PLEASE HELP ME! Oh no, here he comes. With that baseball bat again I can already feel the blood Closer and closer i feel my head He puts all his might into this smack My head feels like it is being hijacked! Daddy there is already so much blood Haven't you had enough fun? One more time he does it again Now I think my life is over Oh god, where is my hand?
