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Dec 2020
Everyday
You would shout
Scream
And belt.

With each word
You drove a sword through
My child mind

Thank you for the wounds
Thank you for the insults

Without your fierce
Sad and insecure stabs

Iā€™d never be so determined
To be the exact opposite
Of who you think I am.
Written by
Nikita  22/F/New Zealand
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