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Why has it settled here on my shoulders,
Her hands scalding hot from wretched anger.
Burning through my skin and cringing, squirming,
Flailing in the pain of a broken year.
A broken spirit,
A dwindling confidence grasps my heart,
Twisting with devilish fingers a consequence not deserved,
Forever haunted with a mark.
No peace,
Only pain.

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