Be strong

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Remembering when

We used to be small

When we used to laugh

A joy to be born

.

When parents could be nice

We weren’t beaten and bruised

Just relying on innocence

Not knowing the word abused

.

But a few of us unlucky

To be where we were

Silence and quivering

Not daring to stir

.

Not to get up early

Or to make a noise

Mustn’t disturb them

Cannot have a voice

.

The beatings taken

Black and blue

Bones cracked

Shattered through

.

Shy children

Not daring to talk

Too scared at school

It showed in the walk

.

Where would we go?

If we could ever run

What would happen to us?

If we returned home

.

We can always talk

Escape can be made

Talk to someone, anyone

You can get away

.

You can always talk to someone. The scariest part is leaving. There are always people that can help.

Be strong

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