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Dear, Parents

Do you even see my heart beating
I bet you do
cause its black and its bruised
and it cry silent nights
the tears stream down the black i use to hide
streaking lies above the pain I live in
thanks for the tricks, the countless twists in my trust
with the iron bars i struggle to breath but i must
never knowing how to stop you from hurting me again
do i even want it to stop, do i even want it to end?
breaking through, i will survive
you cant control me all my life
so for now ill sit and i will die
for one single antidote i am shy




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