by Catherine
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I am the child that sits in my room
I am the child that sits in gloom
I am the child beaten at night
I am the child thats always in fright
I am the torturing screams you hear
only because daddy had one too many beers
I am the child whos clothes are in shreds
I am the child that doesn't own a bed
I am the child with bruises from head to toe
I am the child you will never know
I am the child you will never see
Because one day i kno they will kill me

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