Love.

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Through constant pained,
disgrace.
The young boy learned
their rules.
With time the child draws in.
Deprived
of all thoughts.
The vow unto his own.
That never from this day,
his will they'll take away.
What I've felt.
What I've shown.
Never shined through in
what I've shown.

                            - Allison Coleman

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