Bruises, bumps, and broken bones
I can feel them all
I fight to stay alive
My will is weak
My tears are real
I can't get out
I can't run
The cuts are deep
I will never survive
I was promised paradise
Bruises, bumps and broken bones
Is all I ever got
You twisted vines
Ripped threw my heart
My soul is screaming for help
I can't breathe
My lungs are grasping for air
I can't breathe

by Abigal Pelletier

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