She pushes she pushes she
She pushes she pushes she pushes she pushes she
breaks
me
She cannot stop she cannot stop she
will
not
stop
Her pinches leave bruises and my cuts leave scars like
tic
tac
toe
I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care but why
do
I
bleed?
We go around and around and around because there is
no
escape
I have cocked the gun I have prepared the noose I have
poured
the
pills
Death is the cowards way out right death means that
she
wins
No.
She
will
not
win
She has taken everything everything everything
she
will
not
take
my
life
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