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THREE. TWENTY. TWENTY-TWO.

There were blood stained floors and bruises,

Blue lights flashing in the distance,

Hospital trips, and tear drops on your skin.

Everything you had

He stole it.

He chipped away

at your soul.

The energy you had is gone.

Fragments of your smile still linger in my memory.

Is it wrong to grieve the woman that you use to be?

Before there were

Blood stained floors and bruises,

Blue lights flashing in the distance,

Hospital trips that could’ve ended up different;

Everything you had — he stole it.