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Thousands of tears
Rush down my face.
Inside my mouth,
Blood is all I taste.


Blow by blow I take
the hits.
Through all of it
Not a sound I make.

I bite back
every ounce of pain.
Through hitting me
what does she gain?

A thousand tears run
down my face,
but not a single
sound escapes.

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