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A Moreno Mar 2014
Everyday you raise a hand to my face
These scars are something I cannot erase
My body colored from purple to brown
You beat the soul right out of me, it can no longer be found
I flinch when you raise your arm
This fear you’ve created because of your harm

I can’t just get up and walk away
You told me you’ll **** me if I didn’t stay
Blood has been drawn several times before
That didn’t stop you, it made you want more
I cry every night because of you
For all the pain you’ve put me through
It’s made me into who I am today
For I have recovered from your violent ways

(A. Moreno)

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