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Rose and thorns 
He pulls my hair.
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor.
I love him so much,
So I don't have the strength 
To walk right out the door.
There's blood on my face.
Everything hurts,
And all I can do is cry.
My heart won't let me leave him,
And it hurts too much to try.
I wonder if this is how my life will be,
He says he's sorry.
He gave me rose.
He takes me in his arms.
He even starts to cry.
I tell him I forgive him 
And that everything is fine.
For now at least because I know
It will happen again in time but I still love him.


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