It Isn't Enough.

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it leaves a trail in its wake

a darkened streak

upon his beautiful face

i cannot stand

to see him this way

i lift my hand

to wipe it away

he looks at me

with hate-filled eyes

that leave me

unable to breathe

i've said i'm sorry

a thousand times

but he still

won't listen to me

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