The memories are coming back to me
Of the years I spent ablaze
Too small to see the big picture
Too little to figure out the maze
No one ever saved me
From her obscure abuse
I've got no proof to show you
Looks and words, they don't bruise
Time will heal the wounds, they say
Yet four years later, they still bleed
For long I've stayed patient
Hoping to someday exceed
Life has been exhausting
To constantly be distressed
All I wish for now
Is to finally get some rest
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