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I woke up
On the
Kitchen floor
My head
Still in pain
From the abuse
My father
Brought upon
Me
I wanted to
Cry
Yet my thoughts
Drifted to
The black haired
Boy wearing
The leather and
Piercings
From yesterday
Would I
See him
Again?

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