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Where did I do this time?
What did I do again?
Dinner wasn't made right not enough spices or blend.
He raises his voice.
I close my eyes with no choice.
I hurry and put my babies to bed.
I know how this will end.
I have to be strong for them.
My head hits the floor.
I try to run but now im pinned agained a door.
My throat is sore.
Now i have to throw away all the shirts he has torn.
Where do I go and where do I turn.
The scratches and burises burn.
I was too blind to see.
There is someone in the background trying to save me.
I finally fight back.
I lost the attack.
I was lucky that there was someone to save me.

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