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Love is Just a Word


I will never forget the words you used To lure me into your verbal abuse The kind, gentle, amazing person on the outside You always defended my honor but never protected my pride You stole the inside of me The part I could not see immediately Until it was gone, and I was incomplete I was robbed, my heart missing beats In my head thoughts meandered Myself wishing I had never taken a gander At the world that lay behind But was truly not worth my time My body deteriorated, leaving nothing but hope That someday I will avenge leaving you to choke The heavy breathing that circled the air Mocked me fiercely with such a glare I could not control my thoughts They were devouring my lots But I learned to live With something to give And all I could give was my forgiveness To you, and all the times I refuse to miss My mind is now clear, no thanks to you With many wise decisions I have been through The words “I love you” will never mean the same And the only person I leave is you, to be the blame Of all my hardships going through life Your counterfeit love will always be the knife to my strife I wish I had thought about my decision more closely It really would of helped me live the life of “me” With more purpose, meaning, and happiness Instead of changing who I really was in order to impress
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xione7
<p>wow that was deep. i understand what your going through its happened to me many times.</p><p>keep your head up and be strong! and keep writing on.</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
ebeduannan2
My family doesnt have much money for college, and i would love to study and make my dreams come true

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