A phone call in the middle of the night
Slowly, I open my eyes and stare groggily at the ceiling
I turn my head to face the luminescent light of my alarm clock
It's barely 3 AM
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A poem I wrote for English class several years back. There is no truth in the words, I just wrote it for an assignment. Don't worry, I'm no murderer and while I am a victim of an abusive parent, it was no where near as abusive as this poem. He knew better than to leave a mark. Sorry the poem's so dark.
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A poem I wrote for English class several years back. There is no truth in the words, I just wrote it for an assignment. Don't worry, I'm no murderer and while I am a victim of an abusive parent, it was no where near as abusive as this poem. He knew better than to leave a mark. Sorry the poem's so dark.