untitled.

I want to hideaway...
she beat me up
pulled my hair
scraped me pieced by piece
scoured at for being disrespected
i wanted to die
but life is worth living... if only because of You
the race gets tougher
but You were always there on the sidelines
cheering me on, picking me up
but one thing i know.
i hate consequences
im just numb
left my mouth zipped
and all i can do is use my hands to write this...

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