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Dec 2018
I'm scarred from the inside out, with bruises that have no color
hidden tears from years of pain,
a lump in my throatΒ Β the size of Mt. Everest
No one knows my pain, no one cares
Each day in my head I hear my abusers voice telling
me I'm no good and calling me names.
This life I did not choose, I was born to my abuser
It's all I know, It's all I hear, I know no different.
These days will never end, and the pain will  never go away.
I must pretend that everything is okay, because that's how others want me to be.

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lovetowritepoetry  In the city
(In the city)   
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