Poem.
Tears roll down a battered face
Salt stings the open wounds
A broken girl lies on the ground
No hope. No love. No escape.
Betrayed. Battered. Beaten.
No love for she whose broken
And no one stops to lend a hand
No kind words ever spoken.
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