Her
scream. cry.
mad. sad.
wanting to forgive
wanting to live
just needing to survive
her ambush on me
to herself
the happy/sad flop
just get through the night
hide through the night
cry through the night
the sun wakes
her and I
in an awkward place
for she’s back
and I’m gone
forever stuck
fighting my hate
against the women
who brought me to this place
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