She With the Hurting Soul

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I grit my teeth with every hit
I clean your mess after every fit
I carry you in whenever your drink
I hold my breathe whenever yours stink
I cry myself to sleep when you don't come home
I feel so weak being on my own
I grit my teeth with every slit
I clean my mess with a first aid kit
I carry myself to the kitchen sink
I hold my breathe watching it run without a blink
I cry myself till unconscious when i'm all alone
I feel so weak being on my own 

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