I thought the black eyes
and the split lips
and the cracked ribs
and the cracked ribs
were just proof that you loved me.
[you know, like flowers and chocolates.]
And when you raped me,
I thought it was your right;
so I bit my lips and hid my tears.
[I learned not to scream after the first time.]
I found the courage to escape your clutches,
and I've forgiven you for all you've done -
in fact, I feel a little sorry for you.
[But I'll never be able to forgive myself
for letting you control me for so long.]
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