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I am

Updated: Apr 24, 2021

Remembering abuse

I am scared to death

It is dark

The ground is moving under me

I am not free

I walk along the streets

I play outside

I am taken from my home

And placed in someone's pressure dome

People on top of me

Things inside too

I am silently crying from fear

Nothing before me is clear

I look at the ceiling

I touch the cold hard ground

I see a darkness

I feel a painful sharpness

I go inside

Of my own mind

To try and find

That place of peace

To survive this unthinkable


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