Personal Narrative: The Abuse Of Children

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Have you ever recognize,
Colors of dark grey and black fill the boys and girs` world
Struggling, trauma that never fully gone,
Children have been misused,they have been abused,
They were raped, strangled aggressively,
Also there were beaten, broken and mangled.
Where is justice ? Where is freedom ?
These future generations need defense !

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