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Abused Love

She was a stout little girl who grew up in a semi-abusive world
Physically and emotionally
Yeah what a ride it was
Most people don’t understand how much pain it causes and how much hurt it does
But I can relate
A scared little girl is the perfect hitting bait
So leave her on the floor to cry
Broken and bent and ready to die
Tears roll down her face
As she sits with her heart beating at a slow and uneasy pace
She draws a short breath
Not knowing her life will soon be taken by that thing we call death
Her vision is getting blurry by all the tears she’s shed
Her mother came in two hours to find her daughter dead
Yeah in the corner were she laid
Her mother dropped to her knees and tried to come to her baby’s aid
But it was to late her daughter was gone and there was nothing she could do
She let the man she loved beat her daughter dead blue
On the contrary dear child rest in peace
You’re in a better place
He can no longer hurt you
Or beat on your pretty face

poem by Charlie Watson
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