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Title: Child Abuse

by beckii from Herefordshire | in writing, poetry

My name is Rose
I am 4
I'm sat crying
On the floor.
My eyes are red
My arm is bruised
Why did my parents do this?!
I'm so confused.
I cannot talk
If I do I'm hit
They don't care about me
Not one bit.
If only I could
Run away
I won't see them again
Not tomorrow, not today.

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Another child abuse poem that I have read before.

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