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One in Four women


My face is the color of the rainbow, Yellow, blue, pink, and red. He beat me until I was numb. A couple more hits and I could've been dead. But please I just want to go home. NO! NOT TO THE HOSPITAL! I said I don't want to go.. My nose is still bleeding, Ever so slow. The blood keeps dripping. He hurt me with every blow. Oh won't you just take me home? I DON'T WANT TO GO! Mom, sister, niece, let's go home.. I can't open my eyes, My vision is no more than a blur. It hurts so much to talk. It doesn't matter my words are a slur. I'm just tired so take me home, I'M FINE, I'M FINE, now let's go! I'm not pressing charges if that's what you think.. He ssays he feels bad and he does, I know.
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