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Jan 2018
She’s crying, how dare she cry.
I hate it when she does that. Hate,Hate,HATE, but her eyes only show sorrow.
How am I suppose to compete with that?
“STOP!” I yell, but it doesn’t work.
She sobs, uncontrollably like a water fall, her eyes an endless pool some how overflowing.
How dare she cry at a time like this.
I’m supose to be scolding her, sharping her like a dagger,
And then she cry’s.
Her silent tears begging me for forgiveness,
No, No, NO!
I can’t give in, not now not ever.
All I yell is met by  innocent  eyes,
She doesn’t understand,
She whimpers” I’m sorry”
I go to the door” actions speak louder than words”.
The door slams shut.
I can hear her crying, but I can’t comfort her,
I don’t care if she hates me.
She needs to to stronger,
She needs to  survive
Rosa Lovetta
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