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Oct 2016
I saw the hands that broke me
In more than one place
I hope you didn't see me
The look on my face

Today I met fear
That you'd turn and see
That you would come near
And break the rest of me

Today I met pain
Reliving your crimes
I panic in vain
Making them mine

Today I was still
With pain and remembrance
I began to feel ill
I couldn't finish a sentence

I felt myself shake
In the presence of my abuser
I felt the earth quake
It's his game and I am the loser
Kaitlyn Mitchell
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