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Not a single day passes where he is not there..
He stands in the corner, his face looking fair,
As pale as he is, he still stands out against my muted walls
A face of fury as my parents brawl.
The thud of a door, the smash of a vase.
As I slept he watched, as patient as can be.
When he is watching over me, he's not so scary
He keeps me safe, I no longer feel alone.
Even though he hurts me, he feels like home.
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