Her skin hard to the touch
Pain within her eyes
No smile upon her face
A life too hard to trace
A product of abuse
Inflicted by the spouce
Without love without shame
Upon her mediocre frame
Love has lost
Abuse has struck
No one wins
Still feels pain
Once loved and cherished
No reason given
Stand against tugs
No use hiding
Rid this scum
Of low life
No one wins
Abuse has struck
She survived pain
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