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I can’t help but think about
Who my true love will be
I’m so afraid he’ll hit and shout
I’m terrified for me

My grandma was the first
Her husband beat her down
He made her bleed, he was the worst
Broken bones and endless sound

My mother faced the same
My father tore her to pieces
His emotions were her pain
His anger on her was his release

What if it happens to me?
What if my husband is that complex?
What if he hits me to where I can’t see?
What if I am next?

*Scary, huh? I doubt, however, that I will let any guy push me around... girls kick a**!
*Car*