Mariska Hargitay

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Monday, September 1, 2008

BITCH!


I hate the way you treated me.
Not one day went by without it.
Those times you hit me,
I tried to run but always caught.
Hits were harder.
Stronger, worse, even more.
I remember the words you used.
To hit me those nights,
and 'make me learn'.
Times have changed now.
But the scars still remain.

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