“his fists shattered all of the mirrors in our bedroom – i’m not allowed to see my worth. his bloodstained hands made a necklace around my throat and he wouldn’t give me jewelry if i just showed some respect.”
— smspoetry
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“his fists shattered all of the mirrors in our bedroom – i’m not allowed to see my worth. his bloodstained hands made a necklace around my throat and he wouldn’t give me jewelry if i just showed some respect.”
— smspoetry
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