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Sep 2013
Expose me like a raw nerve
Inflict me with the pain I deserve
Hit me again, hear me beg and scream
Spit in my face, say I'm as weak as I seem
Throw me against the wall, as hard as you dare
Keep kicking me on the ground, pull my clothes and my hair
Beat me until I'm a bleeding mess
Try to make me feel like I am less
But in the end, when my breathes are rasps
And my lungs are about to collapse
When my vision grows dark and my world begins to fade
I won't be the coward hiding behind a charade
I won't be the one consumed in bitter hate
I won't be regretting things once it’s too late
Written by
Rae Mort  Canada
(Canada)   
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