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CHILD ABUSE
“I’m only a child”
My fingers are itchy
My tummy is empty
My clothes are dirty
Tears are shedding off,
Slowly down on my chicks
Morning sun
Across my purple scar
Swollen eyes
Can't even see sunlight
Is this love
That I am feeling
Is this love
WHat to wear
I guess he'l make that choice
In the dead of the night there is a cry of pain.
One child looses innocence and a soul commits to flames.
No help hears this call and thus none arrives,
He is left to the darkness with tears in his eyes.
Outside
It seems as if she’s fine
Beautifully beautiful in every way shape and form
Her smile lights up the world as if god turned on the heavens
Well at least when she shows it
