bruising
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Beatings, bruising, cuts and scars
Smiles to hide the pain
Wishing on a shooting star
That I could fly away
Heartbreak, tears, screams and cries
Hidden day by day
Covered up with laughter
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When I was 8 years old
I felt you become so cold.
Still, I tried to crawl in your lap for warmth
