no glory
blood in the street from the wounds only i can feel but not find , the wounds that even when healed bring pain to my core . raped , burlerized, this my fear of my future life lays deep in my heart where it cant sleep. my past is long and hard , and my future is unknown benust to me , but from what ive seen of others lives im afraid that the past will repeat itself and come back to hunt me with more of it in my future . for this my fear shows no glory . for this my fear is only.
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