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it's hard writing this part
it's hard even thinking about this part in my life
it's hard living when I think about what I went through.
but the hardest part? is that it won't ever go away.
I have nightmares.
The Specters speak with power conjured lies;
For them whose eyes the truth cannot abide.
From silver tongues they try to shatter ties;
Their thoughts defiled are never defied.
Little girls don't listen
And little boys just tease
Teachers try to help
And mommy cannot this pain ease.
Who will hear me?
Who will care?
Who will want to hear my inner thoughts
Every moves we tried to make,
you’ll bring us down,
harder than the gravitational pulls,
faster than a speedy bullet.
Every words we tried to utter,
