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I stand in the corner,
Waiting for it to come,
Waiting.
It does,
Lashes out like a weak branch in a storm.
He leans over me,
Laughing the evil laugh that makes me want to strike.
Another punch swings,
My head is spinning,
The blood is dripping.
He finally walks away from his torture station,
Into his haven of beer and drugs.
I sit, wounded,
Silently sobbing.
I write a note,
"goodbye my sister,
He has gone too far this time,
I can't do it anymore,
I can't"
I walk out.
I don't bother taking my coat,
I wont be needing it.
There, I see,
The bridge that towers over the water.
I stand on the rail,
Wind whipping around my bruised face.
I am not thinking of going back,
He promised,
And yet,
I am still but a punching bag,
To his angry hands.
I thought I loved him.
I thought wrong.
I jump.
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to the man who killed my sister.
I hate him forever.
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