See I was definitely feeling this piece. Sometimes us females just kind of.. let the guy do what he wants. I'm glad there's a poem that depicted the torture of knowing a man you love physically hurts you, and then knowing that whether or not you care about him... you need to leave him. You know it's better that way. The description you used was ill. I felt it. When you reach up and touch your head, I felt myself doing the same thing. I felt my legs aching, I felt how hard it was to keep walking... The vocabulary in this piece was great, and it just added to the depth of it. This is beyond the greatest piece I've read in a long, long time. Great job.

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