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I hear the sounds of the silent cries
I reach out to help, barely missing
I try again and again
I see the angry hand whip out
I wince looking into her eyes
She cries looking at her father's hand
She holds her tears knowing her fate
Her father swings around his fist, shouting incoherently,
She stands strong
He strikes once more
She finally cries out
I watch the window as she mouths to run
I turn ready to flee
I hear the sound of the air splitting scream
I run back to her, only to find her body
Why had I ran?
I wake in a start
I had to help
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PoetryJust some of the poems I write. All are under copyright and I will report it if I see someone has stolen them. I promise you all that I have never in my life been abused or raped. I am only very passionate about the topics and want to raise awarenes...
