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It was with love, that he threw her across the bed It was with love, that he cracked her head on the wall It was with love, that he choked her til she cried It was with love, that he cut her with shards from the broken wine glass It was with love, that he took her when she told him no It was with love, that he put in her a baby she did not want It was without choice, that she took 57 pills with a glass of wine
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
Love hurts
It was with love, that he threw her across the bed It was with love, that he cracked her head on the wall It was with love, that he choked her til she cried It was with love, that he cut her with shards from the broken wine glass It was with love, that he took her when she told him no It was with love, that he put in her a baby she did not want It was without choice, that she took 57 pills with a glass of wine
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
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