Dad
We had a fight
I slammed the door and ran outside into the garden
He got upset, pulled me by my arm and took me back inside the house
That's when it all started...
He hit me, beated me, kicked me, humiliated me and spit on me
My sister watched, she didn't help,
how could she? she was too young and scared...
He left me there, lying on the ground, full of bruses and scars
Then he left
I got up, cried for a while and went outside to play with my friends
They knew something was wrong
They could see it
But they never asked
I was only six
This was just an ordinary day like no other
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| *~°Lexa°~* : | Zaterdag, december 17, 2005 13:54 |
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| Auteur: ~*Missy*~ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 december 2005 | ||
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