He can call you ugly a whore or slut,
He can make you cry all day, all night,
But it doesn't matter you'll still go back there is nothing better than a cracked little head.
He can give you kisses all over your face,
And lust the body of a fealty whore,
He will make you see what a slut you are for simply stating that it's all just fine.
It doesn't matter you'll still go back
because there's nothing better than cracking that little ugly head.
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PoetryAll the dismissed illnesses (depression , anxiety.. And so much more), animal abuse and other horrific problems in the world that not much people speak of, i'll try my best to depict every problem, illness or situation to others that just don't see...
