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A Story of Love and Pain
One cold night, filled with the stench of stale tobacco and gin, you appeared. My fear gripped me as I nervously crossed my fingers behind the door. The passage of time has weathered your once handsome face, and your insecure machismo reflects in my teardrops.
The Cycle of Hurt
Tired of the Drama
Once again, I plead with you, begging for respite from the relentless torment. My heart can no longer bear the burden. Please, my love, don’t raise your voice; the children are asleep.
The Burning Flame
Like a raging fire, I will transform myself. I will burn away the stronghold of your unyielding fists. From the bruises on my cheeks, I will find the strength to heal my wounds.
An Ode to Self-Worth
You’re bad, oh so bad. One should never harm the ones they love. Foolish, foolish man, do not think yourself superior to women.
The Emotional Rollercoaster
The Gray Day
The day turns gray when you’re around, but the sun returns when you leave. The pain in my heart, I must swallow it silently. My once beautiful face has aged in silence. Every time you call me a “whore,” your brain shrinks a little more.
A Plea for Peace
Once again, I implore you, I’m tired. My heart can’t take it anymore. Please, my love, don’t shout; the children are asleep.
Rising from the Ashes
Like a blazing fire, I will rise again. I will burn away your steel fists. Courage will emerge from the bruises on my cheeks, as I collect my wounds.
Redemption and Triumph
Breaking the Cycle
You’re bad, oh so bad. One should never harm the ones they love. Foolish, foolish man, do not think yourself superior to women.
The Final Act
Once more, I will become a flame. I will reduce your iron fists to ashes. From the bruises on my cheeks, I will draw strength to overcome my wounds.
The Power of Resilience
You’re bad, oh so bad. You’re bad because you want to be. You’re bad, oh so bad. Don’t shout at me; it hurts.
Rise Above
You’re vile and wicked, but don’t think you’re better than me or anyone else. Now, I’ll enjoy a smoke and blow the smoke into your heart. Because you’re bad, always bad, bad.
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