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Whatcha doing?
He is not sorry,
While you bleeding he is laughing
You sit confused.

Rough love making feels like rape
Suppose to forget beating just hour before.
Close the blinds, the sun is to bright
Can't stand the people who stop outside to watch the fight.

Wait alone, try to stand tall, I begin to fall
Collapsing face first into hell
Watching rivers of flames that other wise would be real pretty but not here
All I see is faces in pain forever relive the misery.

The loss of love,reason for these clipped wings