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Voice of the victim of domestic violence
Today when my tear drops down,

I remember the first drop of it,

I am caged under invisible bars,

I am joyful when seen from far,

I am seeing myself digging the grave,

I am no more a human, but an object.

My feelings do not matter anymore,

My thoughts doesn't matter anymore,

My expression don't deserve justice,

I am a sour body.

Yell at me for minute reasons or none,

Blame me...