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He sent me flowers
I got flowers today.
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day. We had our 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 Mother's 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 was a very special day. Last night, he finally killed me. He beat me to death. If I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him, I would not have gotten flowers today.
author's note i found this on twitter. it's rather messy and unstructured, and lacks the poetry feeling to it. but when i saw it, i felt the extreme need to publish it.
domestic violence is not a joking matter. please speak up, there will always be people to help you. we won't laugh, and we won't point fingers. we only want to help. so please.
this is written from a female's point of view, simply because many cases involving domestic violence often have females as a victim. i do not, however, mean to neglect the domestic violence done to men by women. domestic vioence must be stopped, regardless of the gender of the victim.
so fix this little prose a little as you see fit, pass it on, and maybe it'll tug on someone's heartstrings.
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