Done
I am done
finished, obsolete
The chains of my past
are tightening their grip
The whispered words of hate
have become deafening screams
The scars on my body
have become too noticeable
The bruises that faded
are now a myriad of vivid colors
And I no longer have the strength nor will
to make it go away
finished, obsolete
The chains of my past
are tightening their grip
The whispered words of hate
have become deafening screams
The scars on my body
have become too noticeable
The bruises that faded
are now a myriad of vivid colors
And I no longer have the strength nor will
to make it go away
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