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Family at War
He told her he hated her,
And never wanted her around.
He hit her and bruised her,
And left her beaten on the ground.
He screamed and yelled,
Until he lost his voice.
And never once let her,
Make her own damn choice.
Each day she fell deeper,
Into the holes he dug.
Only receiving hurt and pain,
In place of each missing hug.
Years went by with the suffering,
The hurting, the anger,and depression.
Surviving only until the last beating,
Bruise, scream, and damaging words.
He brought her flowers yesterday,
And tried to say he was sorry.
I don't think she'll ever forgive him,
Because it was his daughter- it was me.
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