"Hurt of a Stranger"
I feel dark inside he's coming run and hide. I wonder what he's gonna do to me this time. Horrified in my own home, for he is hurting me. I'm scared, I'm gonna die. Ahh,ahh lord please help me. He's got me by my legs, he's punching me in my face am I already dead. Please let me be, for I'm not a slave just let me go free. The hate he feels, the fist he throws, can set off a bomb in my heart, somehow I think it already has. I wonder what did I do so wrong to make him so damn angry. I feel like I'm in prison and can't get out; locked away forever. My fate lies in the hands of god, it's beginning right now. For he has almost won. My pillow helps me through the night for I'm not strong enough to handle the pain nor fight it. The hate he initiates makes water fall from my eyes like rain falls from the sky.
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