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Jul 2014
My life was orbiting around someone else's plan
The people who are meant to keep you safe
End up hurting me the most
When angry about something it was always my fault
I was the punching bag
Remembering lying on the hard wood bleeding
Crying to myself
Knowing I would never escape.
Then he came along
He picked me up
Rescuing me from the place I called home
Nurturing me with love
Something I was not used to
Now I'm dependent on you
That scares me the most.
Claire
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Claire  California
(California)   
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