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I Sit and Think Why Me

He's hitting on me showing me he do not love me his hands are in a ball like he's in a gym punching on a punching bag is that what he see when he sees me his eyes are in a slanted form his eye brows are slanted too what is the anger he holds inside as i sit and think why me? why do i love this man who puts his hands on me who shows me no love why is he hitting on me beating on me instead of kissing me making love to me why don't he show me that he cares instead he want to pull my hair put scares on my face rings around my neck a hole in my heart but as i say in my mind i love this man but i be a damn fool if i stay with this man.

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