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Beaten
The blackest of blues
Blossom around.
On my arms and legs,
Some on my neck too..
Tell me sir,
What have I ever done to you?
You left me here, when you
Were done, told me to think
About how I was wrong.
You disapear within
A blink of an eye.
and that's how I figured,
I'm deafeated.
The blood flows from where your
Nails and knife dug in,
I grow cold, yet again.
So this, is how it'll end.
This is how my life will end.
I was abused, I was beaten.
Blossom around.
On my arms and legs,
Some on my neck too..
Tell me sir,
What have I ever done to you?
You left me here, when you
Were done, told me to think
About how I was wrong.
You disapear within
A blink of an eye.
and that's how I figured,
I'm deafeated.
The blood flows from where your
Nails and knife dug in,
I grow cold, yet again.
So this, is how it'll end.
This is how my life will end.
I was abused, I was beaten.
Published 8th Sep 2012
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