'Abuse'

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Cover my eyes so I may see no Evil,Cover my eyes so I may not see you.But your Love keeps me tied to you like some unwanted tether,A Golden Lasso of something I no longer wish to have.
I'm trying to tell you, I am, but you won't LISTEN. your cold heart blocks all emotion. LISTEN TO ME. gone. They all are. your selfishness drove them away. PLEASE LISTEN.
A slight pinch   She gaspes   Her virginity gone   He lays her down   Coming in to her from behind  
HushMy faultHushI could have stopped itHushI wanted itHushNobody will believe meHushHe didn’t know it was wrongHushHe said he was sorryHush
never censor the dirty words. unleash the violet memories of your violent childhood: lilac frocks and pomegranite seeds and leftover boo-boos because sometimes  daddy couldn't see you
dear megan,   if i wanted to write you a letter to finally say everything i wanted to say if i ever saw you again   i guess  
I am but a puppet on strings. I wonder if I was but the mistake or the gift. I see my mother’s long-lost hopes and dreams. I hear her cries of madness and pain. I want to give back all that she deserves,
I'd say I've missed you, but that's a lie. But that doesn't matter, cause you'll always be with me.   I haven't thought about you in a while now.
Dear God,   
Dear my 7 year old self,   I’m sorry that no one came to your rescue when you needed it most, That no one could better prepare you for polite church parties and family gatherings
Dear George... Today I had to listen to the words. "I'm sorry but we can't prove it beyond reasonable doubt."
Through the eyes we see,A woman battered and bloody,A man angry of envy,And children traumatized and wary;His boy whose lips are bl
Dear P,
A mother's milky skin never keeps you awake for long My mother is cold, so I am always satisfied by a goosebumps embrace, a quiet good night My mother has tightly curled hair, it smells like apricots and long nights
This girl I knew once, She said it started with a close friend someone she thought she could trust.   She was young and naïve so young, everything had become black and dark
This girl I knew once, She said it started with a close friend someone she thought she could trust.   She was young and naïve so young, everything had become black and dark
A hand is apowerful toolby humansused to createor destroy.   He used it tocomfort andplease, toshow me thatthe world wasn'tso scary.  
Because I loved you, and maybe I do, I sat with you when you got angry. Because I loved you, and maybe I do, I held your hand and told you to take deep breaths. Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
A pinwheel. A simple toy, Requires strength to keep spinning.   Let’s be a pinwheel. Let’s continue to move along. Let’s go through it.   Come, forget about our past.
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