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THE poems I write are not fiction but true 
And I wanted to share my life's pain with you.

You can't see my face you just know my name 
By not showing my face I can hide from my shame 

For years I was tortured with abuse and in pain
Suffering in silence my tears fell like rain 

But now I have found a way without having to shout 
The door of poetry is open I can let the truth out.
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