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The abuse

Slap me again, I taste blood.
I spit it out and scream your name.
Shove me down, I hit the floor.
But I dare not cry in vain.
Hold me close, I feel cold.
I strip the betrayl and turn away.
Pull me up, I can barely stand.
I merely hang my head in shame.
Scream in my face, I see hatred.
I bottle it up to feel the same.
Lie to them all. I sense pity.
You still manage to keep your title of fame.
Raise your hand, I can already taste blood,
as the pitsol in mine begins to shake.
One step closer and I pull the trigger.
Finally free of all your games.

by Babigurlbroken
posted on 05/15/2010

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Comments: 2

Comment by LostInMotion: Jan 25, 2011 3:28 pm
great write....loving it
Comment by kiraralee77: May 19, 2010 5:48 am
oh wow.... this is.. wow..
amazing!. great write!. keep writing.

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