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Late at night, I tried to escape.
Tried to tiptoe out of the door,
but he was there and I knew
he would start a war.
First he screamed at me
telling me to get my ass
back in there before he
threw me on the grass.
I tried to get up the courage
to say no but I was to scared.
I didn't move from my spot
until he glared.
He got up, grabbed me by
my hair and dragged me to
his room, threw me on the
bed and grabbed a shoe.
He hit me with it, leaving me
breathless after every blow.
I screamed but the screams
gave his face a slight glow.
With tears streaming down my
face he grabbed me and threw me
against the wall. Then whispered
in my ear "You're a flea"
To him I was just a flea in his house.
Just living, enjoying my last breath.
While, slowly I await for my savior,
My death.
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