I shouldn't have to say it, even if it is the truth. Even though it is true that I am used to it. I'm used to pain, I'm used to hurting, and I'm used to depression. I shouldn't be able to even spit this phrase out "I'm used to it" I shouldn't have to choke the phrase out of me, truth or not. I'm used to being beaten, hurt, bloody, bruised. Baby, I'm used to it all. I know you don't want anyone to touch me, hurt me, hit me, make me bloody. But sweetie, it won't hurt me much. I'll be ok. You said you don't want me to hurt anymore, but honey, I'd have to die for that to happen. And even then I wouldn't be happy because I wouldn't have you. But still. I shouldn't have to say "I'm used to it" even if it is the truth. It shouldn't even be in my vocabulary, but yet it is.
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[destroyed] poetry (BOOK TWO OF MY CRAPPY POETRY)
Poetryde•stroy verb past participle: destroyed 1. put an end to the existence of (something) by damaging or attacking it. 2. ruin (someone) emotionally or spiritually. 3. defeat (someone) utterly.