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I Wouldn't Miss Him

I wouldn’t miss him
I wouldn’t miss how he would hit me
I wouldn’t miss how he would lay his hands on me
I wouldn’t miss how he made me feel

He beat me…
Bruises everywhere
Scratches bleeding that won’t stop
Cuts and marks all over my body
I wouldn’t miss him.

He didn’t stop…
His hands on my body..
Unwanted wandering hands
His body enclosing mine..
I wouldn’t miss him.

He yelled…
He yelled and swore at me..
He called me names
He made me cry
He hurt me…
I wouldn’t miss him.

NOWHERE TO RUN!
WHY CAN’T YOU HEAR ME CRYING FOR HELP?
WHY AREN’T YOU LISTENING?
I NEED HELP!
WHY AREN’T YOU SAVING ME FROM HIM?
HE’S KILLING ME!
WHY CAN’T YOU SEE IT?
I CRIED FOR YOU!
I’M DEAD BECAUSE OF HIM!
...I wouldn’t miss him...




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