The pain of a child hurts.
The scars run deep.
Scar tissue that never fades,
Never healing the wound thouroughly.
A wound easily violated,
Without force a scab reopened,
Without notice, again the pain throbs deep.
At any moment, no rhyme, no reason,
The pus from the scab corrupts.
That which was once cleansed,
Is now diseased.
All because the pain of a child hurts.
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