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Just remembering a few things, and getting them off my chest.

Submitted:Oct 23, 2008    Reads: 140    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

A beaten path,
upon my back,
mounting scars,
of recurring attacks.

A heart iced over,
void of light,
left shattered,
no more will to fight.

A mind of words,
forced to silence,
in a bloody mouth,
beaten in offense.

A body so broken,
the drive all used,
no will, power, or love,
for so long abused.

Rememberance of torture,
this empty shell,
in a shroud of darkness,
living in hell.


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