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Craven by years of suffering

Inflicted with so much hurt,

Years of being beaten

By being told you have no worth,

No physical abuse is needed

When they’re inside your head,

You cower rather than rise up

Poisoned by the words they said,

We’re always hurting,

Their toxicity is burning,

Throughout our painful lives,

We feel so very wearisome

From all the tears we’ve cried,

Yet now in this moment

We finally glimpsed the light,

And there is now some salvation

And now the future is bright,

By we remain still hurt and craven

As if we were not with saving,

And that’s where we are right now.