

Haunting HistoryScreamed insults that ring Striking hands raised in anger A brush handle grabbed in haste Thick leather swinging downHaunting History
The hits all landed long ago So why do I still sting You can't hurt me anymore I tell myself every day
Anger faded as did the bruises But the memories never will Time passes through to years Yet the inner scars never heal
I was weak when you were strong And that fear in me still stands You were right even when wrong I may never trust in love again
So many times I didn't understand What inside of me
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"Yes, I'm a nymphomaniac, ... but I'm very choosy."
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