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  • This decade of torture, has made me stronger. I don't know you, I was never your daughter.
    The devil hissed at his demons "Haunt her". Tragic misfortunes and messy wounds, ironically you scream "Taunt".
    Now take her, ugly tears turned her mean. Sharpened blades and slapped up veins, oh your worst of fears.
    Lunge forward and wipe your face, tic tac pills clutter your palm. Displace your memoirs and fear you befall no harm.
    With lights flashing red, lights flashing blue. The estimated verdict was, you were dead.
    Stood before a blur of teal green, a bundle of bones. The tallest stack of them all, your loans.
    Mark off the box of insecurity, liar. High on age over actual thought, always right, I pity thee.
    Quick take my hand, yes you would because you could. Wet blanket, pushover, lesser one at the podium.
    Speak your speech, fight the case, prove innocent. But don't expect a win, punishment is in your face.
    So what's your plea, cry for help in time of need. Young flower straighten up, yes now goodbye.
    Hold it there, one second and more. See my eyes they're sore, from you, you and you.
    Clenched up fists, tightened jaw. Swollen limbs in photograph, sided by a dozen injury lists.
    Fault of your own, notation of realisation. Now higher superiority is here to over-thrown.
    Believe the words, spoken in whisper. The token that they seek, hidden from naked flames.
    Locked away my heat from worlds of many. Breathe, something took place here and you played the part.
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