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Mar 2011
You threw the world upon me
And so I held its weight,
But when I tried to give it back
I found it was too late.

My heart had structured chains of steel
That bound me to your will
And even when I could not breathe
It would not waver still.

For weeks, for months I tried to stand;
Defend what I had won,
But in the end, my heart lay dead
My shoulders bear a ton.

So out of my hole I then climbed
And pushed away the pain,
I left you in your pool of lies
With just yourself to blame.

This was not an easy task,
It hurt me and I let it
You used me, you ungrateful ****!
I hope that you regret it.

For now the chains are frail and chipped,
I’ve shattered every stone
And no ones left to bear your pain,
It’s yours and yours alone.

I never asked you for the world,
Or for anything else,
So next time you feel charitable
Just keep it to yourself.
The last of many...
April Stahl
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