Confined and Concealed

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By Krysta Cash •

Confined and concealed, from his grip I'll never get out. It's like a house with no doors, You can scream and shout but never be heard, Never be rescued. I cover up all the fear and pain you conflicted on me. I lie to loved ones with another, I'm okay. Bruised and bloodied, hand marks on my body. Tighten your grip, Let one last breath slip, No longer confined and concealed.

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