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A Poem by Erica

-Your feet hit the floor as he drops you, a sharp pain shoots up your legs and throughout your chest. He picks your head up by your hair, pulling as tight as he can he whispers “Now who’s boss?” you cant scream, it hurts to much.

© 2013 Erica


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Added on June 10, 2013
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Erica
Erica

knoxville, TN



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