Justice

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Help! No, please!
I'm in pain back there.
Shouting out loud,
Victim of them.

They leave me empty,
I'm in agony.
The whole story,
I keep it in my diary.

Laying in my bed,
soon will be dead.
I can't see it,
And justice can't feel it.

Bruises over my body,
can't have justice because of money.
Crying and lonely,
It's deadly.

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