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Fists for breakfast? honey?
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Fists for breakfast? honey? |
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Slashed soul Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 86England |
The fuse has been lit, the powder is dry, thats how I feel when he makes you cry, there not fists of love, there not punches of lust, there not the drunken passions of trust. A bruise on your face, a push to the floor, I cant stand back, and take this no more. You never fight him back, I question you why, he,s stronger than me, is what you reply. Your children hide in their rooms, time for husband to come home, they listen and scream, as they hear you moan, never in pleasure, always in pain, I'll give you sunshine, he gives you rain. Too small to stop dad, to weak to help mum, the memories of beatings have just begun. The day you leave him, is the day that I cry, your heart will soar like doves in the sky. No more fists for breakfast, or punches for tea, just kind tender love, that comes from inside me. -Rich-  [This message has been edited by Slashed soul (edited 05-14-2000).] |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
I no longer wear "victim" on my forehead! If you would like some education on this please do email me. netswan [This message has been edited by netswan (edited 05-15-2000).] |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
This is a powerful piece of writing Slashed Soul ... I hope those involved will be able to take the steps necessary to walk away from the pain ... Best wishes, /Kit |
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