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I was dealt this hand,
Learning to navigate,
Too young to make the next move.
I see she discarded the father,
And dealt a sister.
She discarded the house in Georgia,
And the Parentship of my father.
She discarded my feelings,
She dealt me to Private School.
She dealt some bullies,
And I took over.
I dealt my self-injury in place of the pain,
I was dealt the Depression,
The mistake.
I was dealt Insomnia,
Anorexia,
Anxiety,
Suicidal Ideation.
I chose to deal in help,
And to no avail.
I dealt in cries of help,
She dealt ear muffs for all in range.
I dealt in tears,
She dealt blinders for no one to see.
So I took back what control,
I could from dealing in everything.
I lost,
She won,
Because the dealer always wins.
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