Years

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In years made of pain I’ve learned of abuse

I have tried time and time again to loosen that noose.

They took control of my once cheerful life

They then turned it into being stabbed with a shiny, dull knife.

It stole my smile and my dreams for my future

Leaving me put back together with multiple sutures.

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