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Jun 2010
Drag** me back, they will
Tear me, until they’ve had their fill
Scar me, the marks last forever
Crush me, ‘tis their endeavor
Whip me, I no longer feel the sting
Blind me, it comforts as nothing else will bring
Deafen me, my own screams do the trick
Beat me, the bruises do not heal from the kick
Break me, my spirit lies on the floor
**** me, for I wish for no more
Written by
Ica OToole
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