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Jan 2016
"abused"?
no! that's not what this is
she may rip my thin skin with the whip of her switch
leave big, bold, purple bruises when she throws heavy blows at my face
punching, and kicking till she hears the very snap! of my rib cage and bones break
She's not abusing me when she stains my heart with toxic words of lies, and negativity about me
how im stupid, worthless, disgusting, ****** up, demented, and i waste of a soul
No......that's not abuse
its just her way of love, and physical nourishment
shes happy when im hurt
and that's all that matter
....happiness for one soul
princess joel
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princess joel  pennsylvania
(pennsylvania)   
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