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Sep 2014
They pretend not to see
What he does to me.

He kicks me and I falter,
Kicks me till I fall down.
Shoves me underwater,
Tries to make me drown.

Gets a twisted grin,
Pretends he loves me and I him.

And they wonder what my problem is,
Why I try to slit my hips.
The bruises, because... I fell. You always seem to believe that.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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