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I am not a punching bag.
I can not take the blows. They bruise me, hurting and turning purple, Leaving a scar on my soul, my heart, my mind and my body. Please, don't hit me anymore. I can not take it. I am dieing under the pain. Bleeding to death through an open wound.
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