i need help im writing a poem about child abuse but im not sure if its finished yet?

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Emmali

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My name is Bree,
I am three
My arms are broken like a branch snapping off a tree
I can not fight
The pain to live
As the presence of abuse, attacks at me
I hear him curse
So I purse myself against the wall,
Tall, buff abuse walks through the door
Hiding from his evil eyes
He finds me weeping
And stares at me
Why?
I feel a knife dig through my chest,
The pain inside gets worse and worse
As I drop lifeless to the floor,
Groping my body, I don’t want this anymore!
My name is Bree,
And on this night
My daddy murdered me.
 
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