4. Death.

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I've been used,
And I've been abused.
I've been slapped to the floor,
Left with pain and nothing more.
Been left broken and hurt.
I'm so lost and empty,
Why didn't you defend me?
The day she left me,
When I close my eyes that's all I can see.
Her dying..
Me crying..
I've been through worse that hell,
It never works to cry nor yell.
I was so scared,
Because I was never prepared.
Now she gone and I'm left to die,
All I can do is cry.

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