When your screaming in my face
With your fists held high
Sometimes I wish
You would beat me down
All the way through the ground
So I can hide myself in the dirt
Sometimes I wish
I would die
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Sunshine
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Author:
Amanda Klessig (Sunshine) (Pseudonym) (
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When mothers loose their temper there is a wish to just disappear. There is always the feeling that mothers are right and one deserves the beating. A touching but tough read
Sometimes it seems easier
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