It was like all the times from before,
like when you just wanted me to cry.
The yelling and the slamming doors,
cursing the air and wanting to die.
The words lessoned over each time.
Less tears, less pain, less to fear.
The fighting, the bruising, the crime.
I'm still scared nervous when your near.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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