physical violence
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It is because of you
That I am lost
it is because of you that I
Have been found
It is the fire that you
Gave to me
That heats my hot air
Balloon
I am floating in midair
Purple, black and blue devours my peachy skin and engulfs my precious soul.
A dab of foundation here; a pat of powder there
Long sleeves on a summer day and a well-developed lie to blanket my heart.
