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Living life is a struggle
I can't stand without falling
Hell is when you relive the worst moment in your life over and over again
She made a mistake by getting too drunk
She was out having fun but it quickly ended when she blacked out
In the morning when she woke
She smelt of ***** and her ******* were missing*

She shouldn't of been so drunk
It's her fault
She should of made better decision
This is why you're not supposed to party
That's what she gets for drinking under age*

The things people have the nerve to say surprises me. Through out history people have always had a drink to celebrate or even to drink away the pain. Having a good day? Drink! Having a bad day? Drink some more! It's so common through out the world. People have been doing it for centuries. No matter what type of party you are at people are drinking to celebrate. Doesn't matter of it's wedding's or birthday party's. If it's a party there's alcohol. Everyone encourages drinking. Yet when something bad happens people say "Oh. He/she shouldn't of been drinking." ??? Excuse my language but today's society and the rest of society can *******. And what about the guy who was disappointed that he didn't get laid so he forced himself upon a defenseless, drunk girl? Oh wait that's right. It's okay because he wasn't drunk. And to think people get harsher sentences when caught with a joint.
You
Are
So
Broken
My
Darling*

When he whispered those words to me I immediately hated him

And I will always hate him
I'm a hypocrite
A *****
A criminal
And a mistake

Those are the thoughts of my peers
I'm forever stuck between wanting to agree with them and wanting to disagree because I know the truth
But knowing the truth can mean so little when compared to lies others are blinded by
His lips felt so rugged against mine
More like a graveyard
His arms embrace felt so firm
More like the grip of a wild animals teeth when clenched down on its prey
His dominance can be so lustful at times
But when I'm weak and he's angry I'm trapped in every woman's nightmare
In that moment I am unaware if the hollowness of my body or the death glare he gives frightens me the most
Either way it's safe to say he is the reason I feel dead inside
I like to think I'm an artist
My body is the canvas
And yes my paint brush scars me
But at least it makes me feel better
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