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Rated: · Poetry · Emotional · #1691700
Fictional story, But I do pray for abused children.
What you did,
It was wrong.
What you did,
It was strong.

You think that I’m fine,
That’s just a lie.
You think that I’m fine,
Then why did I cry?

You tell me that it didn’t matter,
I hope you go to hell.
You tell me that it didn’t matter,
Then why are you in that cell?

You’ll sit there till you die,
And I won’t even care.
You’ll sit there till you die,
Can you bare? 

I’m glad to say that you're out of my life.
I’m glad to say that there is no more strife. 

I’m sorry for all the other children who have to deal with jerks,
I’m sorry for all the other children who have had to see their ugly smirks.

Never think that your not strong enough.
Never let them get the best of you.
                      Always remember that there’s someone who can help…
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