Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Ever the abuser

In my broken dreams,
Your hands have punched me,
Your hands have soothed me;
Your hands have strangled me,
Your hands have held me.

Sometimes, you are eyeing me,
And sometimes you're ignoring me.
But it's always you, unfortunately,
And your eyes are piercing
Through to me, so that
It almost hurts.


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Ever the abuser

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