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Daddy Please

Stop.  I loved you and I didn’t want to get beaten by you.  I didn’t understand why you wouldn’t stop hitting me.  You would slap me on my face.  You would punch me on my arms.  You would kick me when I was laying on the ground.  You would belt me whenever you felt like it because you had a bad day.  I came to think of myself as your personal punching bag.  I knew you did this out of frustration.  I knew you hurt me because of the pent up anger you felt at the world.  The first thing I wanted from you was to love me.  The second thing I wanted from you was to stop hitting me.

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