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The day I got away from you, was the day I cried with joy. No more being thrown around, like a ragged ole' toy. No more bruises, no more tears, no more living with these old fears. You left me broken, you left me bruised, alone and abused. My pain and blood, only left you nothing but amused. your evil words splattered on my face, still remain all over the place. Words never forgotten, words that still linger today. Bruises and tears, that can never be erased away. You were my worst nightmare, and the cause of my broken self. Now it has left me crying for help.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
Broken (Title by: Lauren Stewart)
The day I got away from you, was the day I cried with joy. No more being thrown around, like a ragged ole' toy. No more bruises, no more tears, no more living with these old fears. You left me broken, you left me bruised, alone and abused. My pain and blood, only left you nothing but amused. your evil words splattered on my face, still remain all over the place. Words never forgotten, words that still linger today. Bruises and tears, that can never be erased away. You were my worst nightmare, and the cause of my broken self. Now it has left me crying for help.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
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