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Gotten Harder

It has gotten harder

These long spring days of both cold and hot

Many say they love ‘em

But I, I do not

The constant yells and screams of such hate

I pray to god that death shall not be my fate.

I try to hide the scars and bruises so no one can see

Because of the severity that they may be.