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Nov 2015
My thoughts are twisted like a vine
Which cover me in fear and pain
I come home in a wild rage
And beat my lover once again

Waves of relief go up my spine
Yet crash at the guilt
My thoughts are twisted like a vine
Which lay on the foundations I built

After the screams quiet down
And the storm begins clearing
We feel the emotions built by frowns
And we are both left fearing
Domestic Violence as seen from the abuser's perspective.
Robert Stevenson
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Robert Stevenson  Ethiopia
(Ethiopia)   
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