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Many days she suffered
Putting it up each day
Bruises all over, cuts all over
Sadness and agony made up her body
She had to get out of it all
No one knew
Such a good actress
Long sleeves, make-up, a mask hiding the truth
Trash
That’s what she was to him
Nothing more than a punching bag to release all the anger
Impossible to ask to help
It would only get worse
Only one way out
Run away
But he would find a way to track her down
Only one place to go
Her body would be found
But her soul would be free
Finally free.




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