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I hope you suffer
For what you’ve done
You’ve ruined my life
Before it’s begun
And for what this act?
To mark me for life?
Am I not good enough?
To be someone’s wife?
You’re a coward
You burned my face
You deformed me
Turned my skin to waste
I hope you rot
And you feel guilt inside
I will recover
I will live my life
Ouch! Burn indeed.
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Great to read a poem well penned handling such a difficult social issue. Hate transformed into a process of hope and reclamation. Have a great day.
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Thank you so much Goff, glad you enjoyed
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