Poetry are just words

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Can't stop thinking about you

The way you laugh.

The way you yell.

The way you hit me with your big hands.

These bruises are remainders of you.

Every time I look in the mirror I see emptiness

The little girl's innocence you took with your greedy hands.

I dream of you every night.

Coming back to finish the job.

Completely taking me away from this world.

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