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Confessions and aftermaths.
my body became a canvas for thier colors of abuse.
they painted My beautiful skin in vivid reds,purples,blacks and blues.
my kindness,gentleness became a gift for them to misuse.
my mind a road for them to drive me insane whenever they wanted to.
my heart became a nail on it they'd constantly pound.
I'm still trying to put back together all the pieces I found.
my eyes became a mask,through them I would show no fear.
their screams at me nails on a chalkboard to my ears
my will became a rope they'd hack with their words.
my desperate cries became like the quiet wind,a sound no one ever heard.
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they painted My beautiful skin in vivid reds,purples,blacks and blues.
my kindness,gentleness became a gift for them to misuse.
my mind a road for them to drive me insane whenever they wanted to.
my heart became a nail on it they'd constantly pound.
I'm still trying to put back together all the pieces I found.
my eyes became a mask,through them I would show no fear.
their screams at me nails on a chalkboard to my ears
my will became a rope they'd hack with their words.
my desperate cries became like the quiet wind,a sound no one ever heard.
© All Rights Reserved
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