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May 2019
You call me names in your fits of rage
You say you don’t mean it in order to save face
And it hurts me to say I believe my new names
And I always tell myself that I am to blame
So as we go each title is a little more hurtful
Beating my bruised heart beyond black and purple
I attempt to say “please stop”
But that only causes my stomach to drop
Because the anger in your eyes is frightening
And each electric word is like a flash of lightening
I’m scared to stand up for what I deserve
I suppose I’ll continue to work up the nerve
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  24/F/The Enterprise
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