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Past thoughts


He she They me Messed with my emotions For eternity Made every single motion Feel like oceans How they tortured me Making waves everyday just to say It's only child's play And there I was Torn and broken Staying in it anyway But when the bruises show And blood spills read They'll blame me That's what will be said They never laid a finger on my body no Only tore and ripped apart my soul Until pain was all I was left to know You see In the end the physical abuse came from me Because they convinced me It would set me free
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