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The Mules
I am sorry she feels so angry,
She tried to let it go,
It's all in the past now,
But all she's done is grow.
The memories sit beside her,
Dark pain silently crushes
Nothing to break the fear,
Screams no one will hear.
Remember stinging legs,
Red and raw as silk,
Smacked and beaten badly,
Long gone the mothers milk.
Why did you do it child?
You always break the rules.
Simply...
Monday 22nd May 2017 2:55 pm
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