ABUSE

Scars they are a part of me, marked from now throughout history

Victims are me jokingly smile to hide the pain in me, liberty

Don’t cry there is worse others consequences raise curses

What to use to measure hurts yours next mine comes first

At night I cry fit to burst, salty water that’s my tears

All I have left are distant fears hail to my fellow hurt peers

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