Just a Poem

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I often wonder

If I was abusive

Controlling of your feelings

Softening you into something I wanted

But I wanted you to be happy.

So is it abuse to trick your mind into not wanting to die?

Is it abuse to love your smile?

I hate myself

For pouring out my feelings on paper.

Nothing far from a cry for help.

But in the end, it's just a poem

What does it matter?

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