Tissue for the Misuse

I need a tissue because I miss you,

Everyone use to beat you while I needed you,

I couldn't handle the pressure that was messured by you,

You use to teach me,

trying to eat me; all of my feelings,

The feeling where I couldn't handle the pain from where it was frammed,

It came from the shame,

You lied to me,

making me think I was already fried,

You used to make me believe I was deprived when I already arrived.

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