Trapped

Thu, 02/07/2019 - 15:09 -- n.n

You beat me, you hurt me, you pull on my hair. You slap me, you kick me, when you see me you swear. Then you make dinner and buy flowers, you act like a nice guy. I'm a fool for your apologies, I’m too weak to say goodbye. After all you do to me, after all you put me through. I'm surprised I'm still standing here, about to say ‘I do’.

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Me

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