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Aug 2013
A monster.

That's what she called me.

For not listening to her.
For not hugging her every once in a while.
For not caring about her needs.
For being bored when she's talking about her job.
For not pretending to be happy.
For not liking her parents.
For not cleaning the kitchen after I prepared dinner.
For not holding her after ***.

Kinda funny
if you think about it.

There are men
beating the living ****
out of their wives.
******* other women
behind their backs.
Being cruel to them
every
chance
they get.

But I'm the monster.

Women.

You have to marry them
to forget them.
Karl Kamea
Written by
Karl Kamea  Vienna
(Vienna)   
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