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[bodytext] => She lives a life of glamour Everything she needs within reach Confident in the spot light everyday Deep down an insecure needy leech Each evening in front of the mirror she’ll see Everything that they all want her to be She’ll hear the door slam, silently she’ll scream Thinking, “Wake up, wake up, it’s just a horrible dream” He slurs drunken words, as he pushes her to the floor Each sense of suffering encouraging him more While she begs him to stop he laughs heartlessly with his eyes As he beats her blocking out her pathetic weak cries As she sits in front of the mirror she see’s A blackened left eye, and bloody knees Pulling out a make up brush she begins To cover the wounds and his dark, deadly sins She closes her eyes and turns away Trying to shake the pain away He returns as he staggers, unable to see The beauty, the love, the dependency Unable to control his actions, he falls She tells him she loves him, convinced she’s the cause Of the horrible monster possessing his soul Placed within a bottle of alcohol He pushes her with force as she stumbles back Into the fireplace, her world turns black Her pained last screams torture his mind As he searches for a button to press rewind He vowed to be in control since the day Addiction drove his daughter away [comments] => 2 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 66 [informant] => carmen_queasy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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