“Suffering at The Hands of a Cruel World”
You’re sad, so sad, you have shown me what hurts. From screams to shouts, abuse and bouts, you live. Damaged by kin, by peers, you claim you’re cursed. Consistent pain occurs from where you’ve been. With your body abused, your kindness used, You felt there no escape but pain itself. With blades, with glass, you sliced, you cut, profuse. A knot you tied you thought to die oneself. The end was near but you reconsidered Because your old friend bargained and stopped you.
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