seventy seven
seven
i was seven when my father first hit me
little and confused
he was angry
he was always angry
i never really got a reason or an explanation
and after that day history just kept repeating itself
over and over
like a broke record
i thought it was a one time thing
little did i know that i'd be nineteen
and writing this still in the same position
i was in when i was seven
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