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The first slap across my face wasn’t so bad; it only stung for a short while.
When he gave me a blackened eye I covered it with make-up
The broken arm, I knew would mend
The day he punched me in the stomach and I lost my only child; was the only time he left a permanent scar.
When he gave me a blackened eye I covered it with make-up
The broken arm, I knew would mend
The day he punched me in the stomach and I lost my only child; was the only time he left a permanent scar.
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