Harm

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I greet you every morning, every night, afternoon

You tell me the pain will shortly end soon

You sing me a song to hush all my tears

As I hide under covers from all of my fears

I hear the monsters creep under my bed

Ignore them and sleep, my child, you said

As the blood drips and splatters all down my arm

I remember you said you would do me no harm

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