I remember the look on your drunk face,
you punched the floor until the bones in your hands would break.
I'm equally as destructive.
I lost my one true love because of the evil you've raised me in.
It's good she left me.
I want happiness for her,
even if she isn't with me
because I am exactly like you.
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Author:
LUNAFAUS (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was raised in an abusive home and it's only now that I'm seeking help. A fragile mind at such a young age, I learned and grew with what I saw. My one true love has left, but I'm okay with her decision. I wish my mother would've done the same.
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Comments3
Hope you can find healing and a way through this.
Thank you, much appreciated.
Children are like that. They adapt to what they are shown. Best regards to sorting it out friend.
Thank you.
this baffles me. I have no comment.
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