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Disaster
You hide behind your smile hoping that the world doesn't see your pain. You cover up the bruises with make up. You cry in the shower every night while the blood makes its way down the drain.He comes in and whispers that he is sorry he did it again.Broken ribs this time, there is no excuse. You go to the hospital and you tell them that you need a rape kit. You take off your clothes and show them the bruises and lay down for an x-ray only to show your broken ribs. You cry while they examine you. Inside wishing that you could die. You finally tell the police what happened. You sit in a room crying telling your story as he gets arrested. The lights start to flicker, knowingly you just want to be free. Freedom from all this disaster.
~*~Kesha~*~
