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“Fear him, like he were the creator.”

     mom used to say.

Mom died very young

She was always sleeping, groaning, in pain.

She had tried hard to leave, but HE kicked her in the face.

Our room was very small. She couldn’t turn around. 

No funeral.

HE dragged her body out, which twitched as her head banged on the floor.

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