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I am not the girl you made me. I am the woman who grew out of the decay, The dirt and soot and open grave You once attempted to shove me into. I am not the girl who shook like a child, Clutched her teddy bear after you ***** her. I am the woman with the sword You once wedged under the mattress. It's mine now, along with my dignity. I will cut you when you dare enter my nightmares. I am a woman now. And you're just a man on a long list of men Who never get to touch my life anymore. I am THE woman now, And you're just small.
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
A Woman Now
I am not the girl you made me. I am the woman who grew out of the decay, The dirt and soot and open grave You once attempted to shove me into. I am not the girl who shook like a child, Clutched her teddy bear after you ***** her. I am the woman with the sword You once wedged under the mattress. It's mine now, along with my dignity. I will cut you when you dare enter my nightmares. I am a woman now. And you're just a man on a long list of men Who never get to touch my life anymore. I am THE woman now, And you're just small.
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
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