Broken

Broken

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I am torn down. I am abused. I am unloved. I am mistreated. I am unguided. I cry too much. I love to hard. I want to cry, though my love for him is strong. He disregards that, he doesn't care. I wish he cared, I wish he loved me. I must leave. I can't leave. I have to stay. He will find me. These are the thoughts of the broken ones.
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