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We are not blood,
But this women unknowingly loves when I bleed.
She criticizes me,
She yells at me,
She doesn't listen when I speak,
She doesn't remember when I tell her things,
She loves to tear me down.
Only she can hurt,
Only she can stress,
Only she can say as she please.
She angers me,
She boils my blood,
She makes me want to yell.
That means she wins.
The beast shouldn't win,
Its not fair.
Who has learned this woman's tricks,
Who has learned to ignore,
Who has learned to be emotionless,
Who she calls mother,
The beauty should win.
(just a rough draft)
