The ditches I find myself in, takes me back,
Back again, to the inhumane touches, to the feels,
I want to end, end it all and never start new.
Existence prevails. Choices to live? Very few!
Tried to break free, runaway, find an escape out,
Prisoner to these thoughts, it tortured the soul,
Made me accept the abuse so I couldn't even shout!
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