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abuse Abuse I can smell his cologne Through this blood stained shirt Thinking Of a time When love was presentSitting between These hollow walls Rewinding the memories That have been unseen Blocking out the reality That remains a dream I am breathless Since I cannot run away from him Any longer Yet I cannot give up Or face the consequences So I save my breath Battle my conscious And sleep with 1 eye open To watch over myself To ensure my safety And pray to see daylight Knowing he is right next to me Making false accusations Waiting Hoping that I will speak Anger has now taken over Just what I did not want to see This is not a dream This is reality I can smell his cologne Through this blood stained shirt I feel no pain I am not hurt Just because there is not a bruise Does not mean that it is not abuse Mental or physical There is no excuse And know that there are millions of violent people But there is 1 1 YOU |
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