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A glimpse into the mind of an abused woman. |
You beat me...yet your pouty lips whisper so sweetly the magic words....................I love you. You humiliate me......then in the same breath you compliment my awesome beauty and intelligence. Why do you hate yourself so much that you must torture the most important person in your life? At least, you insist that I am your love, your heart, your baby, your all in all. Am I indeed, the most important person in your life? I beg you to stop..calm yourself, look deep within and re-aquaint yourself with self. Seek positive thoughts, learn to love yourself. After loving you, the experience of loving me will be so much sweeter. When you beat me, you're beating yourself. Beat us no longer. Let our love make a difference in someone's life. No more black eyes, broken limbs, or swollen bloody lips. Oh what a great day. |