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dress was white It was a conventional wedding I dreamt with a prince But I was happy only the first year! I do not understand how everything started He used to scream at me And than he used to bring me roses It was not my birthday It was not our anniversary It was not a special day I thought he loved me But I was cheating myself. Today, after he broke my mouth He brought me roses again I only wanted to believe That he adored me Today, for the last time He brought me roses They were as black as my luck Out of each thorn blood was dripping It was the blood I lost When he had beaten me Because I didn't call the emergency phone number I am buried today In the garden of my patio I hope someday somebody finds out About my death So they know All I have suffered Behind the door The day he brought me roses. Maria-Magnolia Autorin: Raquel Ponce de Baas 9. September 2001 |
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