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I grew up a very lonely child,

My bruises were my friends,

The torture there consumed me,

And I had to make it end.

I parent-swapped at 12 years old,

Hoping for some light,

Instead I found it darkening,

As I fought for my life,

I walked away at 18,

Pain still steaming in my soul,

And here I stand now 21,

I've learned to let it go,

Sometimes I feel weak and tired,

Yet I know that I am strong,

And in the silence of the night,

It's their love for which I long,

Even though they caused my pain,

And left me with my fear

I love them unconditionally,

Even after all the tears.