*Trigger warning* - hints of abuse
She told herself she loved him,
Because she said "I do",
And she found that telling lies,
Was easier than the truth.
She covered up the bruises,
Told herself she was alright,
She smiled during the day,
But cried to herself at night.
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Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
