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I don't know why it just happens then I find myself hiding wanting to hide my face turn away pretend it isn't real I just let it be knowing inside or somewhere it isn't right it was never right yet the pain is there I don't know why so many suffer without speaking but go on hiding their shame, their scars their pain I know it well as I've been there scarred inside and out never again to be whole Yes the pain is real it happens every day but to let it is not by choice
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Not By Choice
I don't know why it just happens then I find myself hiding wanting to hide my face turn away pretend it isn't real I just let it be knowing inside or somewhere it isn't right it was never right yet the pain is there I don't know why so many suffer without speaking but go on hiding their shame, their scars their pain I know it well as I've been there scarred inside and out never again to be whole Yes the pain is real it happens every day but to let it is not by choice
The pains of physical or mental abuse is sad. The person that does it has no heart, or does he? (she) It's real. It's out there. I was there once. It isn't the victim's choice. Nor was it mine.
#sad#pain#abuse
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
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