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It doesn't just hurt you
It breaks my heart too
When you do detrimental things
That have harmful consequences
It hurts me too
You may have inherited his face
And some other attributes
But underneath all that
Is not him, it's you
And you make your own decisions
When you hurt yourself intentionally
My heart breaks in two
I know you're stronger than this
I also know the pain that you're going through
And it hurts me too
He may have passed on his anger
But it's you that fans the flames
He may have passed on his emotions
But it's up to you to change
You can be different
I am supposed to help you
But I don't know how
Although I see your pain
I don't know how to make it go away
And it hurts me too
It breaks my heart too
When you do detrimental things
That have harmful consequences
It hurts me too
You may have inherited his face
And some other attributes
But underneath all that
Is not him, it's you
And you make your own decisions
When you hurt yourself intentionally
My heart breaks in two
I know you're stronger than this
I also know the pain that you're going through
And it hurts me too
He may have passed on his anger
But it's you that fans the flames
He may have passed on his emotions
But it's up to you to change
You can be different
I am supposed to help you
But I don't know how
Although I see your pain
I don't know how to make it go away
And it hurts me too
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aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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The beginning of the our end.
So there we stood, surrounded by a silence that had deafened our souls yet we choose to continue to let it consume us,as we avoided eye contact.I felt my skin burning. My heart pounded as I spoke weakly,freeing us that screaming silence that had frozen us in time.
"I break everything I touch. Did I not tell you so?"
He replied with wrath and dispair," Do not give me your cheap phrases,stop bull-shitting with me."
I looked up at him,his eyes burning in anger that suddenly transformed into sadness, and then he said to me, " I know you, you know me. You don't have to recite all your frustrated poetry, you don't
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It doesn't matter who has made you
It doesn't matter where you are
You could be born in China
Or nay other place, near or far.
It only matters what you do
And how you play the game
Of life itself, no easy task
To get to wealth and fame
Or perhaps you want a simpler life
Which is quite alright
But for both you must always work
Be it rain, snow, day or night.
We are only what we make ourselves
So let's get this straight right now
Don't listen to what others say
At the end be sure you can say...
Wow...
Care not for servants. traitors, sycophants and liars
Nor for life's many pits, trips, potholes and briars.
Focus on your chosen path and stick t
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