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Learning from the Past I see a new message alert
and I flinch as I open it,
ready for the whip
to strike my emotions.
Your words always have a way
of doing that to me,
cutting through my flesh,
piercing the bone.
You left my feelings exposed,
vulnerable to your beatings
but I took it because
I needed you in my life.
But I reached a point
I couldn't take the abuse
anymore, even if these bruises
were all self-inflicted.
