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by Kirstie May 8, 2007 category : Life, society / other
I wasn't hiding from you i didn't run away i knew that you would find me, just didn't no what day i wont no what to do when you knock upon my door please when you get here don't hurt me anymore the memories are clear now the visions are still there all the times you made me do things while pulling on my hair i had to hide the bruises big black marks upon my face furniture busted up from where you threw it round the place looking back i was a prisoner but finally I'm free i had to run for my life when you pulled a knife on me your friends thought it was great the way you treated me sat me on a pedal stool for everyone to see but when the door was shut and locked it was clearly plain to see you wanted someone to punish and that someone was always me