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You came to me angry one night,we cursed, argued, and begin to fight.
I remember you slapping my face,
and you saying that should put me in my place.
I remember feeling your feet on my chest, and I couldnt believe I was now in that column with all the rest.
I remember thinking this cant be happening to me, and I remember say that, that will never be me.
I remember the gun going off when I was standing in the shower, and holding my ears because the gun had so much power.
I still see those two bullet holes in my shower wall, I still feel how my legs refused to let me fall.
I remember you kicking and beating me; it as if it lasted an enternity; but in reality it was only three.
I remember limping the next day wondering why in the hell did I stay.
I remember begging you to stop and not hit me again, but that was followed with a slap to my face with an evil grin.
After you was tired, you laid your head down and went to sleep.
I remember sitting in that chair where I silently weeped.
I remember you lying asleep in our bed, and me putting that gun to your head; wishing and praying that I had the courage to kill you dead.
The next day I awoke with my ego bruised, and my soul crushed, wishing I had of pulled that trigger and created that satisfying rush.
With a bruised ego, demolished soul, and a huge bruise on my leg, I prayed for another chance for you to watch me kill you dead.
I remember being afraid to walk by you, because I was too afraid of what you might do.
I remember hearing you brag to your friends about how I screamed and cried for that night to end.
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