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Bruises


Purple bruises

Red blood stains

The hole punched in the wall

More yelling

More pain

I begin to bawl

 

How did this

Become my life?

I look around this house

All it holds

Are empty promises

And an unforgiving spouse

 

But still I stayed

Through all the pain

Because I don’t know what to do

I took the blows

And the hurtful words

All because I loved you

 

But now I know

I can’t stay here

It’s not good for my health

I pack my bags

Don’t say goodbye

Because I love myself

 
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