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He yells and screams
Shattering all her hopes and dreams
His hands are around her throat as he pushes her against the wall
Over and over again until she's curled up in a ball
He kicks her while shes on the floor
Tells her he doesn't love her anymore
How could he love someone so useless and dumb
She lays there feeling nothing but numb
Asking herself why he likes to hurt her so much
But she knew the answer, she was his crutch
Her pain was his cure, shes only the vial
But my god, it's so beautiful when he smiles...
This was lovely. Had so much emotion in it. I liked how you ended this Hugs
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"Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat,
It’s the rhythm
of your life.
It’s the expression
in time and movement,
in happiness, joy, sadness and envy.
-Jacques d’Ambroise''
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
I really like this, especially the end. I hope you share more of your writing soon.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first