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by Claire Jan 10, 2006 category : Life, society / about society
Sit here thinking holding my new wound was is something i said or the look in my eyes am i supposed to be hit for no real reason do i deserve this should i stand up and fight what is the purpose did i do something wrong? i could run away i could hide i could get help but what would it do add another beating or two breakaway my heart says run away from this life only i can change this and then behold i got away but i only pray that others like me free themselves too this poem is about abuse and how someone could feel going through abuse and how to like free yourself from it going any further