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"I hate you more when I'm drunk" you said     Everything about me makes you angry I still sit on my hands and try not to say anything unless spoken too "No one else will deal with you, **** stop crying, I don't want people seeing my woman with tear stains."     So I wouldn't cry in front of you anymore      Each night I'd fall asleep helpless to my meal sized portion of pills Anti-anxiety, antidepressant, sedative, pain killer, sleeping aid "You're just like your Mother, all messed up" I'm so ******* tolerant and you're so ******* disturbed At least my Mother, didn't **** my married Father for his money Sorry I just told everyone that "Why can't you be more like... Claire? Caitlin? Maia? Anna?" I don't want to be like them but if I was, you'd probably actually love me or at least stop smacking me hard enough to make my jaw ache for hours Three days before you put me in the hospital,       by the way I tested positive for Rohypnol You gave me a ring, solid gold and diamonds that night you weren't worried about my stomach being pumped but,      "She better be wearing that ring, better not lose it in the hospital" I flushed your $15,000 guilt gift down a hospital toilet.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
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"I hate you more when I'm drunk" you said     Everything about me makes you angry I still sit on my hands and try not to say anything unless spoken too "No one else will deal with you, **** stop crying, I don't want people seeing my woman with tear stains."     So I wouldn't cry in front of you anymore      Each night I'd fall asleep helpless to my meal sized portion of pills Anti-anxiety, antidepressant, sedative, pain killer, sleeping aid "You're just like your Mother, all messed up" I'm so ******* tolerant and you're so ******* disturbed At least my Mother, didn't **** my married Father for his money Sorry I just told everyone that "Why can't you be more like... Claire? Caitlin? Maia? Anna?" I don't want to be like them but if I was, you'd probably actually love me or at least stop smacking me hard enough to make my jaw ache for hours Three days before you put me in the hospital,       by the way I tested positive for Rohypnol You gave me a ring, solid gold and diamonds that night you weren't worried about my stomach being pumped but,      "She better be wearing that ring, better not lose it in the hospital" I flushed your $15,000 guilt gift down a hospital toilet.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
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