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I feel the breath upon my neck

I feel the hands slowing creeping up

I feel my heart inside my chest

I wish it would stop

I wish i was back home

I wish I could talk

I hear his demands

I hear the slapping of my skin

I hear the screaming outside

I think it's over

I think he's won

I think this may be the end

I taste our mix of blood

I taste the salt of my tears

I taste the alcohol on his lips

I see a light

I see darkness

I see my past 

I hope I can fight him

I hope I will win

I hope I can get home

I know it's gonna be hard

I know he has the advantage

I know I can do anything

I hit his chest

I hit his face

I hit his leg

I run out side

I run into my mother's arms

I run fast and far 

I leave him behind

I leave the darkness

I leave the  pain


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