A topic-Writing night again, A molested, beated daughter.
Her makeup ran like she often did,
to want to fight, but always hid.
Abused by her mother,
and used by her dad,
the deaths of them both made her glad.
A shovel in her left, and a bat in her right,
Freedom isn’t free, but it is tonight
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