Scared to BREATHE
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Last published Sat, Jan 5, 2019
"I tried to take a breath,
I knew a sound could mean my death,
For months I heard his threats,
The threats he would do if his needs weren't met,
By now I was used to the pain,
Deep down I knew I would never be the same,
I held on to my mind trying to stay sane,
As tears flowed down my face like raindrops mixing with the hurricane "...."
He's 55. I'm only 13,what am I supposed to do
Do I tell!?.. I feel myself starting to cry,
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