'2018' 'Abuse' 'toxic relationships’

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Days are cold Nights are long Not as bold As the morning gong   Through the path Lost in the mess Of the crazy psychopath
A small step forward A little too close Beautiful rose admired Not like most   I may see The dark side But to what degree?
  She wanted to be like them The ones with all the men With soft pink cheeks Instead, she was one of the geeks She had brains and wits
I am a crab In a bucket of other crabs These crabs are the same crab as me
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