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Sep 2015
I couldn't break free
From my misery
He said he loved me
I believed him
To my grief
I was just another woman
Another he would use for his pleasure
A game he played
An instrument he strums
This night I had enough
I packed my things and left
No goodbyes
No looking back
Far away did I go
To a place I did not know
Not a soul I knew
I dug a hole as deep as I could
And I buried every memory, all objects
Covered them with earth
I forgot on purpose
Never to remember again
I dug a grave
Throwing all in
Making room for new memories
And new found friends
Reno Dallas
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