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When those green eyes locked

directly with mine

I felt a pain grow

deep within my chest


When his slimey palms

reached for my freckled arm

I winced and shook

feeling the burn of his touch


I checked the bruises

like an unlocked door

How does he ignore the

scar he left on me?


I finally opened up

to tell the world of my sorrow

How his skin was on mine

How my tears stained his shirt


The world shut me up

they painted a smile on my face

They bleached my pain and

made my sign blank


I’m not asking for a revolution

or even for a riot

I’m asking for the rest of the world
to live with #nofilter
 

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