SCARS UNSEEN


She smiles every time
Her voice is a pleasant chime
One hug for everyone
Young and old, all in turn.

At night, home she goes
To battle with her inner foes;
Pruned rose under the sun,
Leftover of fist swinging John!

....
She is your mother
Yes, she is your sister
Your daughter, your wife...
Please, save her life!

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