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Family sometimes hurts

Every scatch and bruise I obtain
is hidden
from your gaze.

Every bit of my pain
is Hidden,
with a smile.

Just to hope you never understand.
Every ounce of work I do for you
is well hidden from you.

But not well enough.
My family knows,
but only because.

They are the ones
who tell me what to do.
And you know what.

I am fed up with it.





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