The State of Being Secured
You slapped me for a year, I endured.
You kicked me for another, I matured.
You abused me for the last time; I became inured
why "last time" you ask? Why look over there,
In that coffin I was laid, buried deep away from your abuse,
for I am now totally...secured.
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