My child abuse

 I made it 

When so many didnt 
I made it 
Now I live in it 
I finished 
Now I can lay down 
Catch my breath 
I made it through 
The beatings 
The assaults with no meanings 
Corrupt cops 
Electric shocks 
Locking the door 
Being a whore 
Means I got no more trust 
Tons of lust 
Not compelled by people’s musts 
I can walk around 
Feeling proud 
And be able to say its not a pink cloud 
I won the game 
Kept my name 
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The rest will be easy 
I’m on stand by