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Saturday, 14 November 2009

I Got Flowers Today

I got flowers today.
It wasn’t my birthday or any other special day.
We had out first argument last night.
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things he said,
because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today.
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn’t believe it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry,
because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today
and it wasn’t Mothers day or any other special day.
Last night he beat me up again.
And it was much worse than all the other times.
If I leave him what will I do?
How will I take care of my kids?
What about money?
I’m afraid of him and scared to leave.
But I know he must be sorry,
because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today.
Today is a very special day.
It was the day of my funeral.
Last night he finally killed me.
He beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him.
I would not have gotten flowers today.



PROFILE.

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SHUYI.
31.12.1990.
NGEE ANN POLYTECHNIC.
DIP. IN ACCOUTANCY.
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seet_yi1990@hotmail.com

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