Scars

With a belt my back gets whipped;

With a crack my will gets chipped.

I can break and see no end,

yet I will myself to pretend.

I feel free,

But caged in by sanity;

Nothing can stop

The free fall and drop;

So take it all with no doubt

And maybe my will wins out.

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