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It's Love


She’s mine

I’m his

It’s love.

love at first sight

We met freshman year of college

and never separated since.

He/She was the love of my life

She makes me smile

He makes me laugh

 Together we’re complete

I gave her my heart

                                                                           I gave him mine too.

Nothing can ruin us

For our love is true

*First bruise*

Why did you come home so late?

I was out with friends

Without my permission?

I’m sorry.

It’s love.

*Second bruise*

Who’s Alex?

family friend

Calling this late?

I’m sorry.

It’s love.

*Third bruise* 

You’re going out like that?

What’s wrong?

You look like a slut.

I’m sorry.

It’s love.

*Fourth bruise* 

What are you doing?

It’s been days

Get off me

What did you just say?

I’m sorry.

It’s love.

 

I’m done.

And where do you think you’re going?

I’m leaving

I can’t take this anymore

No you’re not

We are a happy family

a happy family?

You tear me up in and out

I can’t do this anymore

If I can’t have you then no one can

BANG!

It’s love.

Every year more than 

10 million men and women are 

subjectified to domestic violence.

Nearly 20 people per minute

are physically abused by 

an intimate partner in the US.

Domestic violence

Abuse, happens to anyone

regardless of size,

 gender, strength.

Pain is not love.

Violence is not love.

In the end,

it’s not… love.

 
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