PainA Poem by Hope RoseDon't ask...The touch of your hand the brush of your skin Why are they different more persistent than before I try to stop you bring you back to yourself but you aren't yourself and you show it now You smack me once, hard yet I don't let myself cry You somehow sense my pain and hit me again I drop to the ground still not daring to cry Your next hit comes but I'm no longer scared I know the real you and this isn't it so I hit you as hard as you hit me And I bring you back
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Added on October 29, 2015 Last Updated on October 29, 2015 AuthorHope RoseGermanyAboutI just love how some people can be... They think that if their best friend has something then they have to. It's so funny :3 If you need someone to talk to for any reason just send me a message on .. more..Writing
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