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Just remembering a few things, and getting them off my chest.
Submitted:Oct 23, 2008 Reads: 139 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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