BEATING HEARTS: Stories of Domestic Violence


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I feel like I've been branded like an animal.

A tattoo of his name, right there on my CHIN, for the whole world to see. I can't cover it up. Every time I look in the mirror, I cry.

He said that from now on, any man I talked to would know who I belonged to: KARL.

I can't believe I let him do it.

But I couldn't stop him. I didn't even try, because I couldn't. I just laid there and cried, and tears rolled out of my eyes and down into my ears. He said that was fine, because then they didn't get my chin wet.

How did I ever let it come to this?

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