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Aug 2021
I never understood how messed up he was,
Looking normal to the outside eye.
The house kept in the fights that lasted hours.
He got his hands on her mind.
She lost all her control,
Believing his twisted words.
Now all the blame is put on the innocent.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
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