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The loser, my abuser
I think he is going to kill me
Tomorrow I might just be history
I hear his voice
"Come out Samantha this isn't a choice!"
I peer around the corner and say
"I'm here, please please go away."
He grabs my arm and drags me forward
I want to run away but still I move toward
The man who is full of hate
The fact that he's drunk seals my fate
He slaps me across the face
I try to run, but this isn't a race
He grabs me, and throws me down
My head bounces off the ground
I try to crawl away
But he kicks me hard and there I stay
He looks me over, he seems to be done
For tonight he's had his fun
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