(Lights dim, single spotlight illuminates the speaker, dressed in simple attire. Voice starts trembling, building in intensity)
Can forgiveness mend
a childhood, mine
fractured in the dark?
Where the scars are a map, inked
not just in flesh
but deeper in my skin? The cold
hard floor remembered the day
innocence shattered begins.
Unspeakable gibbering
these scars, are etched
not just...
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