Tortured 

I stood there and took it all. I was used, forgotten, beaten. I cried myself to sleep while you sat there. You made all these promises, you promised it would get better. It never did. I still cry myself to sleep. I just want love. For once I want something that isn’t a lie. Is that too much to ask for?

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