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8 September 2012, 02:06 AM
It was 2 AM when her mother finally staggered through the door
The woman's confused footsteps pounded against the floor
By then the drunk's daughter had concealed herself in her closet
The little girl fished for the picture of her dad, kissed it, and shoved it back into her
She closed her eyes and waited for her mom to shout her name
When her mother found her, she yelled for ages. Was the little girl to blame?
With vision unclear from tears in her eyes, the alcoholic's daughter ran from their house
She didn't get far, the monster she called mom caught the girl by her blouse
By then all but her heart and brain had resigned
As the girl took her final breath, a single thought entered her mind
The things she feared most weren't beneath her bed, but all around her instead
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