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Nov 2014
****, girl, it makes me sick
I took a genuine interest in you
Sharing songs
Concerned for your health
Got along so well
Had so much fun
Cuddled close
Intimacy of body, heart, and mind

But go back to this *******,
This ******* *****
This man-child who thinks he's got a big ****
This guy who treats you like ****
***** whoever he wants and won't quit
When he goes to rap shows you think he's tame?
You think he's respectful and doesn't play games?
*******, you've gotta be blind
He just does whatever's on his mind
He can't love you the way you need
He's out for himself
He doesn't care if you bleed
The lies he tells!
I told one lie
It knocked you to the floor
Why so much pain from one lie of mine?
Could it be because I'm actually real?
This ******* does **** all the time
He gets a pass
Don't you suffer from that?
Or do you just avoid looking at that?
Shield your eyes?
Numb your heart?
Leave your spoken word unfinished
*** it might show how you feel
Is that called working it out?
You give him everything
And deny yourself?

I've got plenty of hurt
But don't give it a thought
Somehow I'll manage to go without
You, though, if you keep asking for pain
I'm beginning to think it might **** you one day
This is more of a journal entry I wrote several months ago. I guess it is a poem, but I never shared it before because I tend to be afraid of showing anyone my anger. Especially the person I'm angry at.
Some Person
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Some Person  Midwest
(Midwest)   
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   Lily Mae and Erenn
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