Violence

Every time I give,

I create

a tiny hole

inside me;

 

Filled with memories of

hurt

humiliation

abuse.

 

Every time you take,

you cause violence;

poking with your finger,

the raw wound.

 

Every time I give,

I

shrink

a little more.

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