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My Screams and Cries

Filled the house and neighborhood,

My Shrieks of pain

sound as of an animal,

Even if they shake the

Ground,

No one hears or cares

They fall on deaf ears,

The cuts and bruises

I show them

Are ignored,

No one wants to know,

she causes my pain

The scratches and wounds

Are all her fault,

Why does she hurt me so?

Even if I pray

Nothing has happened,

I do not blame God

Fore it is her that

Is to blame,

For these bar cells,

I will always welcome her,

In Hell




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