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Have you ever wondered why it seems as though love gives you wings to fly? Why is it then that like a deflated balloon, love thaws and leaves behind shadows of memories? Why are we so afraid of the most powerful gift of all?
When love hurts, is it still love?
#bymiji #love
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When love hurts, is it still love?
#bymiji #love
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When a man loves his woman, he would fight all of hell and a hundred demons for her if need be.
When a woman loves her man, she would trade her soul with the devil for him if need be.
A mother who loves her child would run into a house on fire to get him or her out without
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When a woman loves her man, she would trade her soul with the devil for him if need be.
A mother who loves her child would run into a house on fire to get him or her out without
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thinking about it even for a moment.
A father would sell his soul if it would save his family.
A brother would go to toe to toe with a ferocious beast to protect his sibling not caring that his face could get eaten up in the process.
Love makes us become more
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A father would sell his soul if it would save his family.
A brother would go to toe to toe with a ferocious beast to protect his sibling not caring that his face could get eaten up in the process.
Love makes us become more
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To my abuser’s victims
I have seen the despair in your eyes
I have heard the fear in your voice
I have walked the dark paths that you did
I have known the emptiness in the dark
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#bymiji #poetry #myabusersvictims
I have seen the despair in your eyes
I have heard the fear in your voice
I have walked the dark paths that you did
I have known the emptiness in the dark
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#bymiji #poetry #myabusersvictims
To my abuser’s victims
I have bled through your cuts
I have shed enough tears to make a hundred streams
Yet I struggle to wash myself clean of these memories
Haunting, taunting, whispering in the dark
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I have bled through your cuts
I have shed enough tears to make a hundred streams
Yet I struggle to wash myself clean of these memories
Haunting, taunting, whispering in the dark
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To my abuser’s victims
I am your mirror
We are the same, you and I
Kindred spirits on this bizarre journey
Surely the light must come, one day
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I am your mirror
We are the same, you and I
Kindred spirits on this bizarre journey
Surely the light must come, one day
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