He was my bully

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The hitting of the table

graduated to my face

Swelling after swelling,

and bruises that never healed

Marks on my neck,

how could wear a tank top?

His words crushed every bit of life

He barks,

so loud my eardrums trembled

His barks,

they turned to bites

My back he hacked-

leaning was a luxury I couldn’t afford

leaning on you was a wish I hoped for

My pen bled but my heart flamed with anger

so sad songs was all I wrote

He is a psycho,

in my pain he rejoiced

He was my bully

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Dogs dark, rains fall

dogs get tired,

rain ceases

wishes are granted,

I’m glad you came so I can lean on you

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