Strong women wear their pain like stilettos.

No matter how much it hurts, all you can see is her beauty.

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I’m Mad

I’m mad. Mad at myself but never could it be you.

I’m mad for always being nice. For placing your feelings first before mine, for always saying “it’s ok”. I know you know you have hurt me. But I’m still here for you.

And I hate myself for not hating you. When I know I should….

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