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Setting Myself Free


Broken, interrupted, stained, corrupted Scarred, marked up Fucked up Fuck you And all you did to me And all we've been through Big black bruises The shredding of skin What kind of relationship am I in? Abuse, misuse, mistreat Knocking me down Can't get back on my feet It hurts to stay, it hurts to move You've done what you set out to prove So, go ahead Bite some more Leave me bleeding on your floor I can’t get up, I’m defeated Tired, sore, so mistreated This isn't how it was supposed to be That monster isn't you That victim isn't me But things are only getting worse And there is no way to reverse The things you did And I’m not willing to forgive So that was it Your last bite I’ll no longer satiate Your appetite Crawling feverishly toward the door I realize that I’m worth more Than what I've got I realize I should have fought For my body But more importantly for my mind Because for so long I was defined By the marks you left behind They will no longer define, but now remind Me of who I was and where I've been And how I’ll never go back again
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