Its okay, not to be okay

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Jack and Jill ran up the hill
From their abusive father
They tried but they could never be
His perfect son and daughter

Jack, be nimble, jack be quick!
He's warming up his knuckles
And as he's gaining ground the world
Can hear his manic chuckles

Jill, you must keep running fast
I know your eyes are puffy
But if he catches up he'll crack
Your bones like Humpty Dumpty

Jack and Jill ran up the hill
Just begging for some mercy
Their childhood was never like
The rhyme told in the nursery...