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12-23-99
Beaten and bruised, You didn't deserve me. I see that now... now that I've been treated right. |
It's turned me bitter and hateful knowing that I should have run. I hate myself for that. But I love the peace I've found outside your arms. |
I'm stronger now. I'm not the ragdoll you once held by the arm so limp and fragile for you to throw around, take for granted, forget. |