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A childhood filled with abuse still a manic out on the loose the marks & bruises on my skin years of anger I held from within. A wicked man with my name I look at him with so much shame the anger and rage I have inside grieving my youth that had died. Copyright ©️ 2023. Josiah Bhola Hillaire. All Rights Reserved
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