Ripped and torn.
Pulled this way and that.
Tired of being used.
Sick of being abused.
Will this pain ever end!
You reach out to find no one there.
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Ripped and torn. You reach out to find no one there. Author notesEmotional Worry the undoing of millions. What did you thinkComments
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