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Inner Thoughts


I scream

From the pain and terror and agony that rips through my heart

When your hand meets my face to a blow.

The bruises start to form,

One

    by

      one.  

          Yellow.

          Purple.

          Blue.

I remember,

The time you kicked me out with a black eye,

While I was holding back my tears,

That even now start to pour.

I try to stay strong and smile,

Through every wrong you did to me,

As I am blinded by your love and hurt.

When you cry of sadness,

I am always there.

For I can never leave you,

Though I try.

You say it’s love,

But all I can ever think of now

Is how I feel inside.

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