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[sid] => 57143
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => His Fun
[time] => 2004-07-22 08:13:52
[hometext] => Not many people will understand the pain i felt when i was being beaten by my parents. This poem doesn't even scratch the surface of what i was put through.
[bodytext] => In my room, I cry into my pillow, I hear the door creak as it slowly opens, Dad peeps round the corner, clenching his fist, as he walks through the door his fist clenches tighter and tighter, I back away from him But he follows, He senses my fear as he pushes me to the floor, Tears stream down my face, I look at his eyes as he raises his fist, I close my eyes, All i feel is pain, He starts hitting me more, then he leaves, When he gets bored, He will be back for more of his "fun" [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Beni [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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