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Raise

The sores around her eyes
were the only present he had ever given her.
His voice never raised in tone
but as he whipped her mind,
her scars instead were raised.

~

he controlled every thought,
until he one day went away
to leave her bleeding on the floor
in her own misery .
Written by Giomarach
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