I see you crying your face is bruised again you started dying the day that you met him you run to me and find you comfort here I'll hold you close and wipe away your tears Some times you laugh but only when he's gone he thinks he's perfect we both know he's wrong some how you lost your will to live or die you need to be free my beautiful butterfly.
Reason for writing:
My mother and my aunt were in abusive relationships,
plus a couple of girls I know at school.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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