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Mar 2014
I never remember being very happy,
for as long as I remember you always hurt me,
you, dad, my brother,
hit me,
abused me,
made fun of me,
I just don't get it,
what did I do,
you used to make me smile,
now those never happen,
you hurt me,
you broke me,
one day , when you find all my scars,
I want you to know,
they're only there because of you.
Not me.
YOU.
Mika Long
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Mika Long  Perth, Australia
(Perth, Australia)   
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