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Apr 2015
I scream, but no sound comes out

I cry in silence, waiting for it to end.

I feel nothing.  Dead inside.

He says he loves me.  This is not love.

My own hell.

When will it end.

I curl in a ball. Face wet with tears.

I wake hours later, straighten out and
slowly fall back to sleep as I listen
to his breathing
06/21/12
Spiritdragon
Written by
Spiritdragon  Moncton, New Brunswick
(Moncton, New Brunswick)   
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       Santiago, Nikita and Violet Blue
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