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Oct 2014
Why do they have to ******* degrade me?
Fight so hard, intimidate me?
I walk around bruised and scarred.
Is it fair my life's this hard?
Stay at his place, each night he breaks me.
Can't go home, they choke and cage me.
Twisted, confused, walk around broken.
Mustn't seek help, not a word of this to be spoken.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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