No matter how hard she tries to get the memories off her mind, she can't and what hurts is not the physical stuff the punches, the slaps, the kicks, the grabs, It is the words...those cruel words she cannot forget the terrible things he used to say that cut so deep inside they scarred the core of her She sits sometimes right there asking herself why did she stay when she knew she could have left. There are no answers she can find not anymore... things become fuzzy with time and if there were... Sign in to see full entry.
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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009
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