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Broken Angel


I see you Your hand is raised You shake with anger I have bruises I have to keep them hidden I can't let anyone see Its my fault I can't let them know I'm afraid it'll hurt more if I do I can't get away I can't hide This time I've gone too far The hand turns into a fist A fist that's too hard A fist that will break me this time I never really know what I do I'm not big enough to understand but I know I'm wrong I know I'm bad The fist comes down fast There are sirens in the background I cower in fear for the pain ...And I no longer see you...
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