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Runaway

Nobody can hear your cries, or feel your pain. The tears keep rolling down your face. While your child sleeps behind a closed door. Black and blue, or your lip swollen again. The man you thought loved you, has beating your again. Runaway. It is time to decide, what you should do, Take your child and runaway. I know it is hard, I know you are scared of what he will do. It is time for you to decide. Do you want to stay with a man, who uses you as a canvas every night. Or do you want to find the right person who will love you the way you are supposed to be loved. A gentle heart who will love you. Runaway never look back start a new life, and try to never go back. Your child's safety comes first. If you stay one more night, it could be your last, I was once, just like you. My daughters father use to beat me, until I was black and blue. Afraid to come home wondering if he was high or drunk. He use to cheat on me, not with just one girl but more then two. It was a hard decision because I believed he loved me. I use to work double shifts just to escape him. My mother, who loved me unconditionally. God bless her she use to take care of my child, and protected her, while I was away, trying to be free, from the life that was unfair for me. I ran away, I did not go back, even when he promised me that he was sorry and he will never do it again because he loved me. I promised myself, never again. I did not return to him. Lies he has spoken taught me. Runaway try to leave. If you want to be free. I know you are afraid, There is more to life, then meets the eye. Trust your gut, let god in. Let him show you the right path. Runaway and be free, free of the abuse and brutality. Runaway

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Date: 7/17/2018 11:18:00 AM
In this world we live in, domestic violence is in the paper everyday or every other day. I was once one of these women. My daughter was born premature because of the domestic violence I endured. when she came into this world she was 1 pound 7 ounces. she had to stay in the hospital for 4 1/2 months. I also ended up with toxemia and hypertension. The night I gave birth to my daughter, her father was at the hospital with me high as a kite, blaming me. she is now 16. She is my miracle baby.
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