I'm not finnished wrighting it yet.
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Dad yells att her every day like A comanding officer she's raised military style. He grabs her arm throughs her in her room won't let her out. not to pee not to shit. Won't let her shout she can't see the abuse that is around her. This is A way of life for her. Just A little girl mabby 6 can't even pick up the sticks he threw att her.
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So she sits and crys dosen't understand why. Dad comes back to her room opens the door
why you crying girl I'm sick ove hearing you is this clear to you. he pop's her she crys stop he won't stop he throws another pop. The bruises linger for A while but the pain hidden deep inside remains. it's what she hase left to clame. The memories will linger forever.