Stolen
There is a stain on my soul
Because of actions that were not my own
They say it gets better with time
But time will not heal my wounds
For he stole something I cannot take back
Their words keep me down
They echo in my mind
Liar liar
It haunts my mind
Day and night
They say the truth sets you free
But this time
The truth holds me captive
Longing for what was stolen
But now I have overcome
I am no longer kept captive
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