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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