Missing two years of her life feels like an eternity
Losing those first kisses and breaking curfew
Butterflies and broken hearts
Can never recapture those years
Guilt multiplied by a ten
Remorse will weigh her to her grave
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Feeling her rage bubbling under-skin
Passive aggressive innuendos
Violence escalates in overindulgence
Never a confrontation
Too scared to fess up and break in pieces
Still ignoring that fucking elephant
(c) Cheryl-Lynn 27/04/19
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Thanks, Janice, for your generous and caring comment x
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