Strength
Seen through the lies
With teary eyes
a picture painted by thousand lies
And naught but woe beneath the skies
No longer shall I suffer this
Your stabbing words shall not be missed
Your evil heart, the dark abyss
I am free of you, feel only bliss
Now I am the master of my fate
Unencumbered by your leaden weight
Have learned to trust myself of late
I have closed this door, I have slammed the gate
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