hurt

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My father beats me
My mother hits me
They yell all day
They make me fear
The every sound
The every closing of the door
Every move my way
And every time I heal my wound
I know that it will leave a scar
Not visible like others are
But deep and cutting,  in my soul
And in my heart where it will never heal
As long as they keep making it real

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