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Jade Inman Jan 2014
Run away.
Don't face your fears,
She mocks as you come undone,
Hoping to see your tears.

Terrible to the bone,
She easily retreats,
Months at a time,
Just to repeat.

Lashing out with words
Not heard, but only seen.
A new poem to keep you down.
A new poem to demean.

She wants to see you fall
And never be freed.
Your demise is her prize,
Her victory indeed.

— The End —