the hands of a dangrous man

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    the hands of a dangrous man

    All of these years of crying i spent most of them hiding. Hiding behind a black wall i was stuck in a trance. i was traped in a maze of many way's and not one out i'm confuse i'm stress i cant take it why am i so weak why can't i stand up to him i want to so bad but the way his temper grow's when he's mad the way his fist slam's down on my face my mouth screw up from the salty taste of my own blood. it's the way he ball his heavy fist up to swollen my lip up im afriaid he'll come even stronger if i attemted to hit back so i just sit and take it.ball up and take them hit's comein down on me and when he's done i just sit there in pain thinking why do i put up with it "just leave"i know but i cant just walk away form the only thing i know.i put my life on the line i feel like im in hell and my man is the devil im getting lower an lower as he hug's me tighter and harder my eye's bleed as i stare into those hateful eye's of his my blood start's to boil as my mouth force me to say i love you it harms my stomach when i hear myself mumble those words it's so many thing's that i think of you and theres so many word's i wanna say to you as im searching my mind to try an find the perfect one's and i stombled apon this one I H.A.T.E YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
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    lastashia stallworth

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    tsmith commented on the hands of a dangrous man

    03-19-2009

    ah that was amazing

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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