A rag doll
That's what she is
Or at least what she feels like
After yet another beating
Tossed against the wall
Again and again
After he is done throwing her
The fists come pounding
Now she lays on the floor
In a heap
Pain surging through her
Bleeding
Hurting
Broken
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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