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Cringing when I hear the door,
I won't let you hurt me any more. The Abuse hotline is one call away, I think today is the day. You have said I"m not worth much. But the phone keeps me in touch. Other's have offered to help me too It's time to get away from you. As I pick up the phone I glance around at our home. Ending abuse just feels so right. As I reach toward freedom's light.
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