abusedteen
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ABUSED SURVIVER
Balling your fist
Just hoping you missed
Every single throw.
But then agian
Oh, there you go
With every blow.
Just knocking me down
Smacking me around
Death. I’m slowly dying.
My world leaves me furiously crying.
My fight is forever fleeting.
My soul being eaten while my flesh being beaten.
My drive constantly diminishing.
