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Everyday i came home hopeing,
things would be alright. Every night I turned out the light I'd fear of all the many fights. I bit my lip to bare the pain, Flowing through my vains. I layed my head aside, I huged my pillow tight. I'd awake the next day, with much shame. Friends and family asked, if I was okay. I didn't let on like, was in any pain. Don't worry I'm fine, I'll be okay , I'm still alive. Every thing is better, off this way.
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