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There’s a darkness that runs…
Through each memory…
A numbness that blunts…
All the pictures she sees…
Moments carefully captured…
Times that were shared…
But the sadness behind them…
No one could be aware…
As the version presented…
Hides the true horror story…
The day to day reality…
Hides in her untold history…
As nobody really knew…
And no one really saw…
The monster he became…
The viciousness in his claw…
As he hid it so well…
He turned on the charm…
Dazzled those around him…
Whilst he inflicted the harm…
Behind closed, locked doors…
There was agony and pain…
He left unseen bruises…
And scars just the same…
He reigned in pure terror…
Silenced any form of dissent…
With a violence erupting…
From that mild mannered gent…
He was both Jekyll and Hyde…
She could never escape…
And she paid so dearly…
For each and every mistake…
When she spoke out of line…
When she acted out of turn…
A low punch was punishment…
Or a well hidden cigarette burn…
And when he finally passed…
His ghost still remained…
Now any photo she sees…
Brings back all her pain…
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