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Struggled through childhood torment

my heart sank crucifying my temperament

without any chance for improvement.

Continued the struggle up and out

of the deep depths in turmoil

thrashing about life with no direct purpose.

Stepped on, pushed down, with an

unyielding frown until I heard no sound

but the wounds beating up my heart

I now avoid the culprits in order

to keep whatever bits lie within me

pushing myself through always with a struggle.