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Sitting in the chair Feeling like I’m gonna slip into unconscious Wondering when the abuse will stop New day brings more pain and new bruises
Trying to be a voice to the voiceless while I'm still trying to find my own, trying to give words to the speechless yet still trying to set the tone, quiet but still outspoken, cracked but still unbroken,
It’s dark and gloomy and I can not see my toes. The sky is pitch black, my stomach feels tight. Where do I turn on this cold black night?
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