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Rise Up

Rise Up

 

She laid on the floor begging for no more

Then his eyes filled with darkness and his fist pounded more.

She had been there before, but couldn’t walk out the door 

Now here she is begging, just like before.

He promised her the best, but he’s just like the rest

Now here she is begging, hurting in distress.

She prays for better days, but it is all a haze

Now here ...

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