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They follow me wherever I go

They torment and call me out

I don't think I can take much more

They cut me open

I wish I was away from here

They leave bruises

But no one sees

I hurt

They beat me

Nobody shall know

Nobody will know how I suffer

I still go through it

I sit crying

But no one cares

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