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A black fist Rough hands The smell of alcohol Smoke in your lungs And in your mouth Tears don't stop the pain Welts and bruises are the evidence But no one looks, nor cares Who notices what is hidden well...
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
Endless Nightmares
A black fist Rough hands The smell of alcohol Smoke in your lungs And in your mouth Tears don't stop the pain Welts and bruises are the evidence But no one looks, nor cares Who notices what is hidden well...
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
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