Eyes that are dead,
A voice that is cold,
A body that is battered,
A nose that is broken,
A face that is bloody.
I look at you to find that your soul has been beaten out of you,
Over and over and over again,
I saw the bruises, the despair.
They told me about how they found your lifeless body,
They told about how they saved your life,
But how long before you try again?
How long until that monster tries again? |
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