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Here I am at the deep end and the one who brought me here is the one who is supposed to make me feel loved secure.. But for me that's not the case he is the one who put the bruises on my face the marks on my body the pain but also the love in my heart I don't know where to start You see when he wrapped his hands around my neck that's how he show his love but answer me this how can he show his love if it isn't there? But hey I don't hate him not the least of a bit my disrespect and back talking that's why I get hit My friends judge me the just don't understand how it feels to be loved by a good man My family already have but he will never let me down See no matter how far  he pushes me to the depth of the water he is my anchor the reason I'll never drown I know he can be as mean as a pitbull but also as nice as dove I love him with all my heart we just got tough love.......
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
deep end
Here I am at the deep end and the one who brought me here is the one who is supposed to make me feel loved secure.. But for me that's not the case he is the one who put the bruises on my face the marks on my body the pain but also the love in my heart I don't know where to start You see when he wrapped his hands around my neck that's how he show his love but answer me this how can he show his love if it isn't there? But hey I don't hate him not the least of a bit my disrespect and back talking that's why I get hit My friends judge me the just don't understand how it feels to be loved by a good man My family already have but he will never let me down See no matter how far  he pushes me to the depth of the water he is my anchor the reason I'll never drown I know he can be as mean as a pitbull but also as nice as dove I love him with all my heart we just got tough love.......
#domestic violence ..... its not ok if your being abused get help....
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
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