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Oct 2016
I can't trust you anymore.
If I told you I was sorry,
you would respect my will.
If I told you I was traumatized,
I am a survivor of abuse, and I
have a troubled past,
you would say it was all
my fault.
You walk away and lift your
hands in the air and say,
"just saying".
I hear the dominance loud and clear,
but when you hear the kindness from me
as simple and sweet as can be,
I demand,
you
Learn and
stop
knowing
everything,
You know you really don't,
why be two faced?
Luna Casablanca
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Luna Casablanca
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