abuse

August 10, 2013

Breaking me piece by piece in hate.

Kissing the tears of pain away.

Framing a mask of pure disguise...

I watched in horror at midnight.

Before I realized your quick plan.

My mind was swept in confusion.

So I fell fast at your blood hands.

And a slap left me in bruises.

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