ABUSEAWARENESS

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Lonely childStaring at the moonWishing his parentsWould be home soon
  They say ”sticks and stones, May break my bones, But words will never hurt me” But what about all the words,  That took the lives of many,
My mind is a ferocious beast That feeds off of dismal and harrowing memories. Oh no, is it time for the feast?   It feels as if I am deceased. The monster putting my mental state in jeopardy,
…ABUSE… NO MATTER WHAT TYPE… ABUSE IS ABUSE, WHEN YOU’RE CAUGHT UP IN LOVE THERE’S NOT MUCH YOU COULD DO, IT DON’T MATTER WHAT KIND BECAUSE IT’S ALL THE SAME,
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