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He hit her again I saw the blood come from the cut on her eyebrow He claims to love her He degrades her, calls her a slut, a whore How could this be love Love is not angry  
We are a nation dividedTorn apart at the seamsPeople's lives cut shortThe end of so many dreams No matter the reasonNo matter whyWe are all affectedSo many tears we cry Hateful words are spokenAlmost every single dayAbout all kinds of peopleNot ju
Stuck in a vicious cycle. Internalized emotions  got my mind going. Neurons exploding  in every which direction. What do you know? A nerve is pinched  too tightly.
I am a young school girl,
Society
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