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Dec 2017
I love them I do, but
They make me cry when they speak

I love them I do, but
They make me bleed when I protest

I love them I do, but
They starve me when they hurt

I love them I do, but
They break me when I try

I love them I do, but
I only do, because I love them.
Emotional abuse can hurt just as much. I am getting help, no worries. Poetry is a good place to vent.
Written by
Phoebe Woods  23/Genderqueer/Pennsylvania
(23/Genderqueer/Pennsylvania)   
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