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He sat, completely repentant He had hurt her before, he knew There was defeat in his shoulders "I would like to pray about this," he said, searching for change in a greater aspect. Beratement Scolding She needs a husband who's going to be around Better around beating than away? He had put that past behind him She felt reason to bring it up Over And Over She needs a husband He's there, but apparently, Not enough Miscommunication Frustration Defeat in his being She keeps talking and talking Saying the same things over and over Beating him with the same verbal stick He feels awful He knows his wrongs He lacks self forgiveness He fears himself He fears losing her due to his own actions He desires to pray He wants, and is seeking change She's stuck Stick in hand Ready, On the attack Prayer She's stuck in a Loop No forgiveness in the Hardened heart He's defeated, Wanting so badly for change
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Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
The Streets
He sat, completely repentant He had hurt her before, he knew There was defeat in his shoulders "I would like to pray about this," he said, searching for change in a greater aspect. Beratement Scolding She needs a husband who's going to be around Better around beating than away? He had put that past behind him She felt reason to bring it up Over And Over She needs a husband He's there, but apparently, Not enough Miscommunication Frustration Defeat in his being She keeps talking and talking Saying the same things over and over Beating him with the same verbal stick He feels awful He knows his wrongs He lacks self forgiveness He fears himself He fears losing her due to his own actions He desires to pray He wants, and is seeking change She's stuck Stick in hand Ready, On the attack Prayer She's stuck in a Loop No forgiveness in the Hardened heart He's defeated, Wanting so badly for change
I watched this scene unfold before my eyes. I'm not sure why I was a bystander, and I wanted to speak; however, it was not my war; it was not my place.
m-clement
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Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
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