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Reading the past of written words
Remembering the verses of each feeling that had me believing of a curse
Slowly, being given images of reason
After siezures had me forgetting
Time, people, places as well things
What's the purpose of this being?
Tears drop as my thoughts be needing
An understanding
Without holding information 
But I stop in mid-motion
Refusing to allow you to abuse
My true nature that I gave to you
You laugh and down grade my person
When not once I had pulled that curtain
To be who you had exclaimed me to be to your face or behind your back
Your brain lacks 
The humanity of which I shown
Actions I had constantly gave you blown
And twisted in the lies your brain leaked
On this page of which all you speak
EM I loved you to no end
You're the one who couldnt see how the liquor you dranked had bend
My soul
Confusing my mind with devotion, loyalty or to be cold as coal
Treacherous emotions you stained
From the walls that you created between us like a hypocrite 
Because of this is why we didnt make it
The words you spit of being a beast 
As an excuse to make me weak
Feeling sorry for how I felt after toxicity and blindness 
We had 3 losses an one of them you believed were someone else's
Gloating of ignorance 
Looking to be applauded for after the masses you display of me being promiscuous
When I wasnt, i was yours and yours only
Faithful and true but that proves it so lets just be honest you truly didnt know me
Now did you?
Yet you sit there and try to proclaim being the victim
After bruising my eye even
Holding me down against my will
Thinking in my head you were going to hurt me now physically too that could possibly kill
Not just my soul anymore but my own gods gracious breath 
But I'm selfish? 
I begged and pleaded for you to stop drinking time and time again
But then
We turn our backs on each other 
Eventually after time passes trying to be friends with one another
You hear my tears of yet another ignorant mother trucker
Treating me as you did
I lost my way of gods bid
No, at that point I wasnt yours anymore
I couldnt focus on being me either my face was on the floor
Literally, not figurely speaking of showing you pictures of marks and bruises of yet what someone else did besides you
Yet you sit here an state of being a shadow waiting graciously during that time, uff that too
You HAVENT been there for me but what, to listen?
Seeing my blood glisten
Just wasnt enough to show me a change
In which to help me stand against and take range
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