Harshful truths

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A face like yours in another blade in my chest
The words we converse is a battle I try to protest
Your eyes the windows of constant reminders
With my burning bruises your hands become new designers
Non consensual activity and abusing words you chose to rape
I try to hide but Trauma is heard in my voice
"It never happened" you deny but you had a choice
A choice to not touch but your soul violated
You broke me pretty this heart ache is what u stimulated

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