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I hold myself
To erase the pain
Of his last slap...

I ran away
As far as I could
Before he caught me...

Where can I go?
Who would take me in?
Why would they bother?

He stands there
Wanting me to come to him
And he hold me to him.

"He'll never touch you again."
He says, holding me tightly.
And he goes off to fight.

I can only watch
As past and future battle
Wanting to win the girl...


(c) Emily Charleson, used with verbal permission.