Battered Love |
 Aug 24 2004, 03:38 PM
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 and they say imitation is flattering  Group: Member Posts: 1,337 Joined: Jul 2004 Member No: 27,269  |
A poem I wrote last night..
Her body stained with marks And her mind stained with fear She'll never make him leave She will always keep him near Strange what they call love these days A punch in the stomach, a slap on the face As long as he says sorry when he's done She "loves" him... he's the one Blinded by her loneliness Ignorant to her life He'll continue on with his loathesome ways And ignore her painful cries |
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Aug 24 2004, 05:54 PM
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and they say imitation is flattering Group: Member Posts: 1,337 Joined: Jul 2004 Member No: 27,269 |
I'm not suicidal >.<
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sporadic Battered Love Aug 24 2004, 03:38 PM
captured_serenity oooooo deep thoughts...i enjoyed that...what's... Aug 24 2004, 03:53 PM sporadic I'm not sure exactly why I wrote it. I just wa... Aug 24 2004, 04:18 PM Devastation dont go suicide on my baby! i need you here... Aug 24 2004, 05:52 PM
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