Abuse of The Heart
There’s many types of abuse.
Physical, emotional, mental.
The worst kind in those groups,
manipulation.
It can go from peer pressure,
to messing with emotions.
I was a victim,
to this kind of abuse.
He made me believe I needed him.
And I still think that way.
I curse my heart,
knowing that I still long for him.
Knowing I still love him,
even when he hurt me the most.
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