Sometimes I wish I wasn’t hear
Yeah, I wish I wasn’t me
Then I could get away from you
Then I wouldn’t have to cry every night
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i know how you feel...why must they drink? i hate when they do! grr! amazing poem...i couldnt have put it into better words =]
abusive lovers...ouch thats rough. words are even more hurtful than physical pain. no matter how cliche this sounds..stay strong stacy :)