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He cut me,

just to watch me bleed,

at his happiness I unwillingly kneed.

But then pain stopped,

and he pulled me back up,

just to push me down.

But I did not cry,

I didn't even frown,

I looked at him happily with my hands on the ground.

Because crying is what he wanted,

and I couldn't give him that,

So I reached and pulled down a bat.

I'm not sure why I did it,

I don't even think I would have to swing,

Because he got my point,

what I really mean.

He didn't throw another punch,

he knew I meant business,

so I went on living my living my life without his hugs and kisses.