You are my muse
i am amused
you were abused
but you are not excused
you are screwed
entombed
blinded by your own pain
there is no gain
my abused bemused screwed muse
catch a wake-up
realize
you are an abuser
amused that you are accused
there is no excuse
you are confused
be it physical or verbal
abuse is abuse
whoever you are
man or woman
my confused abused muse abuser
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