She was a victim of abuse
"I can't tell anyone"..
She whispers as she saw her abuser walked into the room
She cried continuously.
Covering her face as she was being hit
Staring at the mirror
But looking blankly
Her skin became an art piece from the abuser's hands.
In pain, she felt satisfaction
that for a short moment,
It is done
Stop crying, you're bleeding
She's scared, she needs help
But she never show them.
Her abuser was herself.
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