1. Pain

The words you spit out cut into me like a knife. Your constant down pour of abuse and hatred break me that little bit more everytime. My tear staind cheeks, bruised from where you have repeatedly struck me, and cuts across my stomach where you have sliced me to bits. Still I stay. Sill I love you.  

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