Burn

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I can still hear the sound of my flesh burning
I can still feel it going right threw me
I can still smell it

I remember that day vividly
There's not a day I don't remember

I'm constantly reminded of it
Every time I look at my right arm

It's on the side
That burn mark

It's a small patchy white spot now
But back then
It was a huge black hole
On my right arm.

I didn't mean to be disobedient.
I didn't mean to annoy you

But did you have to do that to me?
Why?

I am your child.
How could you hurt me like that?

I was young.
How could I had known?

You didn't have to do that.

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