One more time against the ropes,
pinned to the post with all my hopes.
The pain inside my body grows
from the pounding of my father's blows.
It would end right now if I didn't resist,
but the fight drags on because I insist.
His stoic glaze said, "I know what's best for you child."
But somehow I thought he'd be more peaceful and mild.
Blood on the
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