You make me hate you, your violence like a privilege, the wa

You make me hate you, your violence like a privilege, the way you feed desire at the cost of my pain like you are some pathetic puppet. Why is this so normal. I rip out my insides trying to quiet the screaming pain you left behind. Give words to my crying soul with pain.

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Very sorry. Someone very close to me suffers like this and it hurts me. It just shouldn't be.

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great poem. i relate.

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