My tears running from my eyes to my chin falling to the ground as i see in front of me his hands coming towards my face fast then slow fast then slow, open fist then closed then open then closed like he could not make up his how to hit me, but still hitting as hard as he could punch after smake after punch after smake, never making up his mind how too hurt me. But yet i stay with him every time not thinking it over, its like im his on little punching bag hanging on to something always making me come back to him. I would tell myself after this one im leaving him never looking back, never going back but yet lie after lie. Lying to myself just to hide the pain. night after night he would bet me he bet me so bad one night he killed my heart i could not take no nore pain i defended myself. I yelled and screamed kicking and hitting. I did not win but i did not lose. Running away from all of this hurt just to get hurt even more wishing i could find the rite one to love me and hold my heart in a locket.
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