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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?
