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Ashamed .... Afraid... Betrayed ... That's how I felt.. A love so pure that turned so volatile, a Molotov cocktail...stirred but not shaken. Waiting to explode in your precious hands. How does it feel now? You can only cage an owl for a moment. They were born to soar alone. You caused so much pain deep inside Those scars were nothing worse than the mental clarity you took from me. You took me away from me Chasing through the streets trying to find me again... You won't ever catch her She won't let you Not this time... No Not this time Isolated Alone Abandoned Alcoholic That's what you are... How do you feel now?
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
My voice, My strength
Ashamed .... Afraid... Betrayed ... That's how I felt.. A love so pure that turned so volatile, a Molotov cocktail...stirred but not shaken. Waiting to explode in your precious hands. How does it feel now? You can only cage an owl for a moment. They were born to soar alone. You caused so much pain deep inside Those scars were nothing worse than the mental clarity you took from me. You took me away from me Chasing through the streets trying to find me again... You won't ever catch her She won't let you Not this time... No Not this time Isolated Alone Abandoned Alcoholic That's what you are... How do you feel now?
Abuse is never okay. It helps to write about it though. ****** Violence Awareness/Domestic Violence Awareness week is this week. Spread the word and support the cause.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
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