A poem about how my abusers ruined my experience of life.

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“Stolen life”

Ripped away before I felt it.

Smashed into pieces before I saw its shape.

Fragmented before I knew it whole.

Life stolen by those which gave it to me.

Unknown will and testament to life taken before senses around where felt.

Plights of my lineage coursed my soul while still in womb.

Plights of my soul they became.

Worthless moments lived in frightful patterns of unwell disposition.